“...the thunder has sounded--but who knows where the rain's going to fall.”
“The rain is falling ever harder, andall I can hear is the sound of the water.I’m drenched, but I can’t move. I don’twant to leave, because I don’t know where to go”
“And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.”
“And the rain was brain coloredand the thunder sounded like something remembering something.”
“The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.”
“Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won”