There Will Come Soft Rains
We are not permanent
When the dust has settled
When the world is quiet
When the dead are long since silent
There will come soft rains
When the engines are dust
When the buildings have crumbled
When our footprints are vanished
There will come soft rains
When the lands have shifted
When the forests are ash
When the waters rise
There will come soft rains
When the echoes cease
When the memories fade
When the stones forget
There will come soft rains
When the bombs fall
And when they stop
When the cemeteries are forgotten
There will come soft rains
When we are gone
When we are faded
When we are forgotten
Still there will come soft rains
About the Creator
Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
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Comments (2)
To me, the soft rains that keeps coming, felt like time. Like no matter what happens, time would keep moving. It stops for no one. Loved your poem so much and that sculpture is stunning!
A lovely meditation on impermanence and the cycle we’re all riding