Is not the dew but a humbler, gentler rain, the nightly rain, above which we raise our heads and unobstructedly behold the stars? The mountains are giants which tower above the rain, as we above the dew in the grass; it only wets their feet.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 21, 1853
See November 20th:
What enhances my interest in dew is the fact that it is so distinct from rain, formed most abundantly after bright, star lit nights, a product especially of the clear, serene air. The manna of fair weather; the upper side of rain, as the country above the clouds. That nightly rain called dew, which gathers and falls in so low a stratum that our heads tower above it like mountains in an ordinary shower.
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