“Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.”

“The rain is falling all around,It falls on field and tree,It rains on the umbrellas here,And on the ships at sea.”

“Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?”

“The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground”

“I like to think that when I fall,A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea,This shelf of books along the wall,Beside my bed, will mourn for me.”

“I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.”