Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

The good rain, like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.

It rained for four years, eleven months, and two days. There were periods of drizzle during which everyone put on his full dress and a convalescent look to celebrate the clearing, but people soon grew accustomed to interpret the pauses as a sign of redoubled rain.

Rain is good for vegetables, and for the animals who eat those vegetables, and for the animals who eat those animals.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.