There Will Come Soft Rains
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.
—Sara Teasdale, from Flame & Shadow
Watch “There Will Come Soft Rains” Video, story by Ray Bradbury Based on Poem
Listen to a Musical Interpretation of Sara Teasdale’s “There Will Come Soft Rains”
Listen to the Sara Teasdale Poem in Spanish: Llegarán Suaves Lluvias
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