The Rain

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.

~ Thomas Merton





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