“I wish I could sit in the rain and let it wash all my worries away.”
Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener.