Tuesday, August 03, 2010

I'm running around but I thought of a story that I wanted to share, since I'm prepping for the rapture. Also because of my mother's recent visit to Hiroshima.

"August 2026: There Will Come Soft Rains" by Ray Bradbury


There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

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