“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.”
“...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...”
“There's a but, isn't there?" said Coraline. "I can feel it. Like a rain cloud.”
“I miss it if I’m not in it for any length of time; I don’t feel comfortable. I want trees and I want frequent rain.”
“Even though I know the rain is fake, it feels the same as real rain, and I desperately need that.”
“They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!”