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.
