Rhetorical Analysis of A Festival of Rain

By Thomas Merton

Please follow these guidelines carefully.

In addition to the Gordon Rule Rubric, I will evaluate your essay on how effectively you followed the instructions in terms of both organization,content, and development.

Write a four-paragraph rhetorical analysis essay.

Paragraph 1– Introduction:

• Pose the thesis question, “What features make Merton’s essay good / effective writing?” and state your surprising thesis.
• Briefly (one sentence) introduce Merton’s subject matter (topic).
• State, explain, and give support of Merton’s:
  1. Genre
  2. Original intended audience
  3. Rhetorical aim/purpose
  4. Where his essay falls on the Continuum of Essay Types: Closed to Open Forms
• Make sure you clearly state, explain, and support (give one example from Merton’s essay) points 1-4 above
• Refer to Chapter 3.
• Transition to how Merton’s essay persuades his audience.

Paragraph 2– Persuasion:

• Introduce the concept of persuasion and how it works to make Merton’s essay effective.
• State, explain, and provide one example eachof Merton’s:
  1. Angle of Vision
  2. Logos
  3. Ethos
  4. Pathos
• Refer to Chapter 4.
• Transition to the Style of Merton’s essay.

Paragraph 3 – Style:

• Introduce the factors of style: sentence structure, types of words, voice, tone (Refer to Concept 4.3 Chapter 4).
• Explain and give one example of Merton’s use of:
  1. Shaping sentences
  2. Types of words
  3. Voice
  4. Tone
• Transition how Merton’s essay affected you as a reader/writer.

Paragraph 4 – Your Voice:

• Clearly respond to, explain, and support each question:
  1. What did you learn from Merton’s essay?
  2. What is a line you love and why?
  3. In your opinion, what makes Merton’s essay most effective?
  4. Finally, conclude by explaining what rain means for you.

“Let me say this before rain becomes a utility that they can plan and distribute for money. By “they” I mean the people who cannot understand that rain is a festival, who do not appreciate its gratuity, who think that what has no price has no value, that what cannot be sold is not real, so that the only way to make something actual is to place it on the market. The time will come when they will sell you even your rain. At the moment it is still free, and I am in it. I celebrate its gratuity and its meaninglessness.

The rain I am in is not like the rain of cities. It fills the woods with an immense and confused sound. It covers the flat roof of the cabin and its porch with inconsistent and controlled rhythms. And I listen, because it reminds me again and again that the whole world runs by rhythms I have not yet learned to recognize, rhythms that are not those of the engineer.

I came up here from the monastery last night, sloshing through the cornfield, said Vespers, and put some oatmeal on the Coleman stove for supper. It boiled over while I was listening to the rain and toasting a piece of bread at the log fire. The night became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows!

Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen.

But I am also going to sleep, because here in this wilderness I have learned how to sleep again. Here I am not alien. The trees I know, the night I know, the rain I know. I close my eyes and instantly sink into the whole rainy world of which I am a part, and the world goes on with me in it, for I am not alien to it.