When it rains…

“The rain is
in a sense
the sole,
sad friend
of those who
find themselves
thinking…
wide awake
until the dawn,
who in bed,
alone, with
fevered hands,
listen to it,
soothed. They
like the company
of its faint
moan across the
sleeping plain…
its rustling in
the garden all
night long.”

On the Great Grey Road 
(Sur ce Grand Chemin Gris)
~~~~Alain-Fournier

_______________________

Rain in Santa Fe 9.6.17

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