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I’m crazy for rain.

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“…I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities.

No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine…”

— Chief Seattle, 1854

https://passionistfamily.org.nz/resources/downloads/Chief%20Seattle.pdf

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Thank you for a great thread, debm55! Your kindness means the world to me.