“Oh, come forth into the storm and routAnd be my love in the rain.”

“Come over the hills and far with meAnd be my love in the rain.”

“My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.”

“The line storm clouds fly tattered and swift,The road is forlorn all day,...”

“Some spirit to stand simply forth,Heroic in its nakedness,Against the uttermost of earth....”

“I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.”

“A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.”