“You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.”
“Just as a good rain clears the air, a good writing day clears the psyche.”
“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than look down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.”
“Clear pebbles of the rain”
“Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.”
“I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.”