“Krsna wears a pearl necklace that appears like a chain of white ducks around His neck. The peacock feather in His hair appears like a rainbow, and His yellow garments appear like lightning in the sky. Krsna appears like a newly risen cloud, and the gopis appear like newly grown grains in the field. Constant rains of nectarean pastimes fall upon these newly grown grains, and it seems that the gopis are receiving beams of life from Krsna, exactly as grains receive life from the rains.”

Madhya 21.109

“The rain I am in is not like the rain of cities. It fills the woods with an immense and confused sound. It covers the flat roof of the cabin and its 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, rhythm that are not those of the engineer.”

Thomas Merton, Raids on the Unspeakable (New York: New Directions, 1966) p. 9.

“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.”

Raids on the Unspeakable: p. 10.