The poem
Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That's what it said as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished like a dream of the ocean into the branches and the grass below. Then it was over. The sky cleared. I was standing under a tree. The tree was a tree with happy leaves, and I was myself, and there were stars in the sky that were also themselves at the moment at which moment my right hand was holding my left hand which was holding the tree which was filled with stars and the soft rain — imagine! imagine! the long and wondrous journeys still to be ours.
i need help figuring out what this poem is about, i think it is about a child growing up, or a person wathing a storm, or a sad person, or maybe im thinking to hard and its really about a rain storm? can u help me