Reading Caitlin Johnstone's "It Is Easy to Miss the Cloud Reflections" yesterday, I was reminded of the famous 1918 poem by Sara Teasdale, which inspired Ray Bradbury's story of the same name. 

Bradbury's story is definitely worth a (re-)reading at this point in time, especially since it's ending is next year. (Just check it out. Get a copy.)  The poem which inspired Bradbury, and me, and I think possibly Caitlin, is public domain , definitely worth reading, and offered below, as Rod Serling would say, "for your consideration".

There Will Come Soft Rains

by Sara Teasdale , c. 1918 

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.