The Rain— A Dream
Somewhere—in silence—
the rain has gone
evidence of its visit
found in the brown grass
thirsty for it
found in the fog
left against the field
Here—- in silence—
day creeps into existence
silver and soft
hidden deep in the mist
that no breeze stirs
the rain— a dream
fading with the night
Pamela Olson, 11/29/08
Line from “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson”
edited by Thomas H. Johnson; Poem #338
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