“THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS” BY Ray Bradbury

1. “THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS”BY Ray Bradbury Have out your Study Guide.

3. First Version– Read by Leonard nimoy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzhlU8rXgHc Second Version– With Visuals http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUOSdYbEJdE

4. 3 Poems “There Will Come Soft Rains” “A Meeting at Night” “The Sound of Night”

5. Meeting at Night The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!

6. The Sound of Night by Maxine Kumin And now the dark come on, all full of chitter noise.Birds huggermugger crowd the trees,the air thick with their vesper cries,and bats, snub seven-pointed kites,skitter across the lake, swing out,squeak, chirp, dip, and skim in skatesof air, and the fat frogs wake and prinkwide-lipped, noisy as ducks, drunkon boozy black, gloating chink-chunk.And now on the narrow beach we defend ourselves from dark.The cooking done, we build our fireworkbright and hot and less for outlookthan for magic, and lie in our blanketswhile night nickers around us. Cricketschorus hallelujahs; paws, quietand quick as raindrops, play on the stonesexpertly soft, run past and are gone;fish pulse in the lake; the frogs hoarsen.Now every voice of the hour - the known, the supposed, the strange,the mindless, the witted, the never seen-sing, thrum, impinge, and rearrangeendlessly; and debarred from sleep we waitfor the birds, importantly silent,for the crease of first eye-licking light,By the lake, locked black away and tight,we lie, day creatures, overhearing night.

7. The Sound of Night by Maxine KuminStanza #1 And now the dark come on, all full of chitter noise.Birds huggermugger crowd the trees,the air thick with their vesper cries,and bats, snub seven-pointed kites,skitter across the lake, swing out,squeak, chirp, dip, and skim in skatesof air, and the fat frogs wake and prinkwide-lipped, noisy as ducks, drunkon boozy black, gloating chink-chunk.

8. The Sound of Night by Maxine KuminStanza #2 And now on the narrow beach we defend ourselves from dark.The cooking done, we build our fireworkbright and hot and less for outlookthan for magic, and lie in our blanketswhile night nickers around us. Cricketschorus hallelujahs; paws, quietand quick as raindrops, play on the stonesexpertly soft, run past and are gone;fish pulse in the lake; the frogs hoarsen.

9. The Sound of Night by Maxine Kuminstanza #3 Now every voice of the hour - the known, the supposed, the strange,the mindless, the witted, the never seen-sing, thrum, impinge, and rearrangeendlessly; and debarred from sleep we waitfor the birds, importantly silent,for the crease of first eye-licking light,By the lake, locked black away and tight,we lie, day creatures, overhearing night.