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THE VOICE OF THE RAIN ~Walt Whitman | Leaves of Grass 

AND who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, 

Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, 

Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed,
  and yet the same, 

I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe, 

And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn; 

And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,
  and make pure and beautify it
(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering, 

Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.)

COMIN' BACK TO ME ~Marty Balin 

The summer had inhaled

And held its breath too long.
The winter looked the same,

As if it had never gone,

And through an open window,

Where no curtain hung,

I saw you.
I saw you,

Coming back to me.

One begins to read between

The pages of a look.
The shape of sleepy music,

And suddenly, you're hooked.
Through the rain upon the trees
That kisses on the run,
I saw you.
I saw you,

Comin' back to me.

You came to stay and live my way,

Scatter my love like leaves in the wind.

You always say you won't go away,

But I know what it always has been,
It always has been.

A transparent dream

Beneath an occasional sigh.

Most of the time,
I just let it go by.

Now I wish it hadn't begun.

I saw you.
I saw you,

Comin' back to me.

Strolling the hills,

Overlooking the shore,
I realize I've been here before.

The shadow in the mist

Could have been anyone.
I saw you.
I saw you,

Comin' back to me.

Small things like reasons

Are put in a jar.

Whatever happened to wishes,

Wished on a star?
Was it just something
That I made up for fun?

I saw you.
I saw you.

Come back to me.