The short story takes its title from the WW1-inspired Sara Teasdale poem:
There Will Come Soft RainsThere 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.
The film, directed by Nozim To'laho'jayev can be viewed online here:
I remember when I first read this story. I am still affected by it. My first exposure to the film was back in 2007, and I'm reminded of it now by the blog Need Coffee.