Weekly Poem: 'Rain Light'

**By W.S. Merwin** All day the stars watch from long ago my mother said I am going now when you are alone you will be all right whether or not you know you will know look at the old house in the dawn rain all the flowers are forms of water the sun reminds them through a white cloud touches the patchwork spread on the hill the washed colors of the afterlife that lived there long before you were born see how they wake without a question even though the whole world is burning _Editor's note: Watch Jeffrey Brown's conversation with W.S. Merwin and learn more about the poet by visiting the NewsHour's_ "Poetry Series":http://www.pbs.org/newshour/indepth_coverage/entertainment/poetry/profiles/poet_merwin.html.