Untrammeled, a roving
spirit responds to faint implication and symbol --
to the fall of rain.
In time of rain, the archaic being stirs.
The infinity of soft sounds, the silken pervasion of falling
distills a love of
shelter, fireside, home, sweet air, greenness,
All these belong to the gentleness of rain.
Trouble is a fierce rain that drives us to the shelter of our
And there is the rain of tears,
distilling the memory
of great love and its expansiveness,
making of rain an inner
light, a subtle possession of the spirit.