What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, intelligible, 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.
I shall pray to seek You with my whole heart ... I dwell in Your Presence even when my thoughts becfome devious. It is too much to bear alone when my eyes turn from You, You are in my soul to stay, my home is in Your Presence.
