Every few years I get to go to the Hoh Rainforest. The trees are lovely, and the moss is gorgeous, but, really, it’s the rain that catches my heart. Here’s some of it, long after it has fallen down through the canopy, and after the soil has released it to its mystery. The sun finds it, of course. Have a look.
A rainforest is not about the trees. It’s not “a forest full of rain” but “a forest of rain.” When you enter it, you too begin to dance: you who live in the sun and love good company.