Good rain—drop by drop, not a single drop falls elsewhere

Outside the window, the rain pours down in torrents—is this rain a rain within the mind or a rain outside the mind? Where have the raindrops fallen? The heavy raindrops beat upon your mind—are they beating upon the tathāgatagarbha, or beating upon something else? Could they beat the window of the mind to pieces, and if it breaks, what then? Can this rain be altered according to human will? If it can, why have so many people suffered floods? If it cannot, why are there some people whom not a single raindrop touches, and who can summon the wind and the rain, halting the downpour and turning it into gentle breezes and glorious sunshine?

Who can see the mark of rain and thereby be free of the mark of rain, without clinging to the mark of rain? Who can see the mark of rain as the mark of the mind, thought after thought not abiding in any mark?

Since the rain is within the mind, why does such a heavy rain fall in your mind? If you go outside and get drenched in a torrential downpour, will it have any effect on you?

Although what the seven consciousnesses discern are false illusory images, these illusory images appear all too real—form, sound, smell, taste, and touch are all three-dimensional, vivid and lifelike. How could one not take them to be real? But if one wishes to attain liberation of body and mind, what should one do?