That’s a waste of time. If you really understand Zen. You can use any book. You could use the Bible. You could use Alice in Wonderland. You could use the dictionary, because... the sound of the rain needs no translation.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before – more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
If it’s raining you can’t fix the roof, if it’s not raining it doesn’t need to be fixed.
We inter-breath with the rain forests, we drink from the oceans. They are part of our own body.
When we look deeply into the heart of a flower, we see clouds, sunshine, minerals, time, the earth, and everything else in the cosmos in it. Without clouds there could be no rain, and without rain there would be no flower.
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Wisdom is like the rain. Its source is limitless, but it comes down according to the season.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
I woke to the sound of rain.
After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.
The Noah rule: Predicting rain doesn’t count; building arks does.
And to tell the truth I don’t want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don’t want to sell my life for money, I don’t even want to come in out of the rain.
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
The common people pray for rain, healthy children and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.
Tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun.
Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.
No individual rain drop ever considers itself responsible for the flood.
I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.
You’re not supposed to have iron bars around you – no one is supposed to have that. You’re supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That’s what happens when you’re alive.
It can’t rain all the time.