The tears that keep us alive are not the end, but the beginning. Rain is the force that pounds and washes away. It is the passionate embodiment of energy and emotion.
It comes forth in torrents. The rain is a blessing, cherish it while it lasts.
I’m leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it’s not raining.
Rain is shining joy and catharsis. Windows open, and rebirth is the successor of desolation, for that is nature’s way.
|Joy n. the feeling of happiness and pleasure.
Antonyms: Misery, Sadness
You cannot hide from rain. Rain will find you wherever you are. Stuff in earbuds, and close your eyes, as you cower in the closet, but rain is inescapable, for it is part of Earth.
My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.