A Monk In The Rain

Time after time, we all get caught in the rain. Even enlightened monks have to walk over puddles, all drenched, seeking shelter. The water doesn’t care if you are a rich or poor, a tycoon or a monk, young or old, joyful or sad. The rain brings us all together to run and jump, and dance, and clean us with the streams of cool water.


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