If it should rain

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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If it should rain—(the sneezy moon
Said: Rain)—then I shall hear it soon
From shingles into gutters fall . . .
And know of what concerns me, all:

The garden will be wet till noon—
I may not walk—my temper leans
To myths and legends—through the beans Till they are dried—lest I should spread Diseases they have never had.
I hear the rain: it comes down straight. Now I can sleep, I need not wait To close the windows anywhere.
Tomorrow, it may be, I might Do things to set the whole world right. There’s nothing I can do tonight.