I close my eyes and listen to the voices of the rain. — Robin Wall Kimmerer
Robin Kimmerer wonders if there is such a thing as rain; perhaps only raindrops, each with its own story. Some raindrops clink heavy on metal. Some are quietly swallowed up by moss. Others bounce off pavement. Yesterday one fell out of the sky and kissed my cheek and that is the one I will remember.
Here in central Florida, September rains visit me nearly every afternoon. I go outside to hear their sound; never any two alike. John Updike wrote: Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth singing hymns of life.
The sound of rain needs no translation.
– Zen Proverb
Raise your words, not your voices. It is the rain that grows flowers, not the thunder.
The earth has music for those who listen.
– William Shakespeare
For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground: I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and my blessing upon thine offspring.
InterludeEver wonder what
The little critters do
When summer showers
Rain down from the blue?
They take a little intermission
From all hectic expeditions,
To listen to the sounds of life
I find that very good advice.
-----G. Hill (reprinted from Interlude)