English poem
Like the Touch of Rain
by Edward Thomas (1878–1917)
LIKE the touch of rain she was On a man's flesh and hair and eyes When the joy of walking thus Has taken him by surprise:
With the love of the storm he burns, He sings, he laughs, well I know how, But forgets when he returns As I shall not forget her "Go now."
Those two words shut a door Between me and the blessed rain That was never shut before And will not open again.