In English, we read this short story called "There Will Come Soft Rains." Has anybody ever read it before? I thought it was really sad, but there was this poem in it that was also called "There Will Come Soft Rains" by Sara Teasdale. I really like it and thought it was worth sharing:D

"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."