The Voice of the Rain

The Voice Of The Rain ~ Walt Whitman

And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain, Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed, and yet the same, I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe, And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn; And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin, and make pure and beautify it; (For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wander- ing, Reck'd or unreck'd. duly with love returns.) .....

As Walt Whitman was born on this day in 1819, I could not let the day pass without marking it in some way......

And here is to the end of May, a very hectic month, proven by my lack of activity here, but I promise to make amends and remedy that throughout June :)