It’s all about moments like these… when you are sitting in perfect silence, a silence interrupted only by the chirping of a cricket or the croak of a frog, and suddenly, in a split second, that silence is replaced by the pounding sheets of rain that come hurdling from the skies above and crashing down on your aluminum roof, making you nearly jump out of your skin. Alarmed as you are, rushing frantically from window to window to shield your home from water pouring in from all directions, you are inundated by a feeling that the very world around you is being cleansed and purified by the power of that water. If water is the key to life on Earth itself, is this not the voice of all creation? The great Earth-Mother washing away all our worries? May as well let her take them.