The desire of the trees to drink the rain
is part of a design beyond our ken that can put out fires if it falls just then… strange that air can become a hurricane and tear branches off, pierce a windowpane and mere lightning cleaves a trunk wide open: a closed yet vibrant fate and origin fathomless, simple, brutal, and too sane. So rain, for a man, brings contemplation— if not a flood’s fear to protect his goods: it stirs up memory and loneliness and a fixed idea out of frustration; but why should woman with her many moods share the man’s wish so deep and meaningless?~David Francis
USA