Listening Point: Jo-Ann Mapson

In his book Listening Point, Sigurd Olson revels in "The Sound of Rain:"

‘Last night in my tent I listened to the rain. ... The tent, on the little rise with its thick cushion of bearberry, had perfect drainage all around, and the ropes were tied to two good trees. The gale could blow now and the rain come down, but I would be safe and dry the rest of the night. I settled down luxuriously to enjoy a sound I had known on countless campsites in the wilderness.
...
As I lay there, I too seemed to expand and grow, become part of the lushness and the rain itself and of all the thirsty life about me. This is one of the reasons I like to hear the rain come down on a tent. I am close to it then, as close as one can be without actually being in it.
...
"In my old tent somewhere, safe and dry with nothing to do but listen to the rain come down."'