“... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...”
“Paint your face and paint your smile...”
“The child's face is close to her own now, but there is still no detail. It is a blur, a watercolor painting left out in the rain, the shades running, blending into one another. Only the eyes remain clear; black and hungry, jealous of life. ”
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
“March, rain at the windows, and he had to be up at five the next morning. He listened to the click and patter of drops against the panes.”
“You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.”