"... The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows!
Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen..."
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sigh...I LOVE listening to rain. Very funny that you should post about rain because on my way into work today I was thinking about rain. It was not even raining and I was thinking that if I had little kids and it was raining I would put boots and rain gear on them and go for a walk. I would be thinking of God's greatness. Thanks for sharing the essay and the blog. The essay was truly wonderful! It's one I will read over and over.
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