I am a man made of rain.

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I could grumble about the rain and the discomfort, but after all, rain affirms what this country is. Today I stand face to face with the maker of it all, the source of its beauty and abundance, and I love the rain as desert people love the sun. I remember that the human body is ninety-eight percent water, and so, more than anything else, rain is the source of my own existence. I imagine myself transformed back to the rain from which I came. My hair is a wispy, wind-torn cloud. My eyes are rainwater ponds, glistening with tears. My mind is sometimes a clear pool, sometimes an impenetrable bank of fog. My heart is a thunderstorm, shot through with lightning and noise, pumping the flood of rainwater that surges inside my veins. My breath is the misty wind, whispering and soft one moment, laughing and raucous another. I am a man made of rain.

~ Richard Nelson, The Island Within

Photo: Journal of a Nobody

19 thoughts on “I am a man made of rain.”

      1. It rained stair rods all morning on “The Sunshine Coast”. My previously parched garden is smiling with relief. We live on chalk, so the ground gets very dry.
        Note the positive light in which I saw the rain today, thanks to you, Dave, and your uplifting quote 🙂

  9. I am loving this – I am become rainwoman, having so often lived through drought that I welcome every chance to become one with the rains. Life affirming words to moisten the tongue and refresh the mind…

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