. . . The rain I am in is not like the rain of the cities.
It fills the woods with an immense and confused
sound. It covers the flat roof of the cabin and porch
with insistent and controlled rhythms. And I listen,
because it reminds me again and again that
the whole world runs by rhythms I have not yet learned to
recognize, rhythms that are not those of the engineer. . . .
* Quoted from "Rain and the Rhinoceros" in Raids on The Unspeakable (New Directions, 1966)
Thomas Merton (1915-1968), Life and Works
Also see Thought for the Day, December 5, 2010.