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"The whole black earth is oppressed beneath the storm...all the rivers flow in flood, and many hillsides are furrowed deeply by the torrents, and they rush to the purple sea from the mountains, roaring mightily, and the fields of men are wasted."
-Homer, Iliad, c. 750 B.C.
The voice of the rain
"And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,
Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain, eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,
Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely formıd, altogether changed, and yet the same,
I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe,
And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;
And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin, and make pure and beautify it;
(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfillment, wandering, Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.)"
-Walt Whitman
