There will come soft rain
I wrote this piece in 2020 for my sister Guenaelle for her intermediate exam in singing studies.
The text is by Sara Teasdale and was written under the impression of the First World War. It addresses the destructive power of humans and at the same time the healing power of nature. If we humans destroyed ourselves at some point, nature would quickly recover and not even notice that we were gone.
"There will come soft rains", by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933):
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools 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.
Instrumentation: voice, piano
Length: 3 min
Mezzosoprano: Guenaelle Mörth, piano: Julian Mörth