There Will Come Soft Rains

When the dust has settled

When the world is quiet

When the dead are long since silent

There will come soft rains

When the engines are dust

When the buildings have crumbled

When our footprints are vanished

There will come soft rains

When the lands have shifted

When the forests are ash

When the waters rise

There will come soft rains

When the echoes cease

When the memories fade

When the stones forget

There will come soft rains

When the bombs fall

And when they stop

When the cemeteries are forgotten

There will come soft rains

When we are gone

When we are faded

When we are forgotten

Still there will come soft rains