In the lull between storms

What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone,
in the forest, cherished by this
wonderful, unintelligible,
perfectly innocent speech,
the most comforting speech in the world,
the talk the rain makes by itself 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