The Rain, A Fable
So it happened one day that at dusk and dawn the rains fell, but when the light passed into darkness, and when it came in full, the rains suddenly ceased. From thence forth across the aeons of the earth, the rains fell every day at dusk and dawn, at dawn and dusk, and refused to fall at any other time. If asked, they would say only that those were their favorite times of day and the times most at home to them, for just as the clouds blotted out the sun and turned the day into a dim half light, so too, did the course of nature as the sun rose and set. Ergo, the rains reasoned, it was simply natural that they ought to fall only in the twilight and merely proper that they follow their nature, which they had been hitherto denying through no fault of their own. All of creation would have to adapt to this nature; but happily or not the rains still fell, regardless their new schedule, and so the plants still received enough of their life-giving waters, the rivers and lakes drank their fill and in turn the creatures of the earth drank theirs, and each in time came to their own accord so far as necessity demanded. Thus it was that an accident of circumstance put it in mind and so shaped the nature of the rain, and all the rest of nature in turn was bent and bent itself to follow.