There Will Come Soft Rains.
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
There Will Come Soft Rains, written by Sara Teasdale in 1920, is a short poem about the resilience of nature after the cataclysmic event of nuclear world war. In 1950, Ray Bradbury made a short story named after the Teasdale poem. It’s set in Allendale, California, and involves an uninhabited robotic house, left standing after complete nuclear annihilation, continuing about its business, uttering the words of the poem. To accompany the words of the poem, I’ve included both an apocalyptic song by Thursday and a 1950’s comic based upon Bradbury’s story by Wally Wood that demonstrates the curiosity and fear of nuclear technology at that time. Truly powerful stuff.
Here’s to this never actually happening, cheers.