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Kathleen Chalfant
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.