“I decide I'm not dead because I can hear the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the car. I'm alive because I'm listening to the rain, and the rain becomes the hand of God strumming his fingers on the roof, deciding what to do.”

“Have you noticed that the rain stopped the instant I had a roof above me? It will start again now that I'm back out.”

“The rain is falling ever harder and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I'm drenched but I can't move.”

“When it don’t rain, the roof don’t leak; when it rains, I can’t fix it nohow.”

“Singing in the rain. I'm singing in the rain. And it's such a fucking glorious feeling. An unexpected downpour and I am just giving myself into it. Because what the fuck else can you do? Run for cover? Shriek and curse? No--when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it because if you can make yourself happy in the rain, then you're doing pretty alright in life.”

“There is no sound more peaceful than rain on the roof, if you're safe asleep in someone else's house.”