Rain

Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something - you don´t know what - has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window, in total silence.
From the nearby wood you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone´s Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come from that one voice,
whose fierce request the downpour will grant.

R.M. Rilke