“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

“A flower can't grow without rain. (Alexion)Too much rain and it drowns. (Danger)And yet the most beautiful of the lotus flowers are the ones that grow in the deepest mud. (Alexion)”

“Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.”

“the rain is coming.little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didn’t mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the colour blood looks in the veins. they’ll sprout out of my chest. i promise you they’ll crack the ground, grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. i’ll be in their faces. i’ll be in the waves, coming down from the sky. i’ll be inside the one who holds you.and then i won’t be.”

“Her words were as sharp as an eyeful of sand. She never raised her voice. It was the kind of voice that never needed to be raised. It cut words to a fine point and launched them decisively (page 88).”

“Valentine WeatherKiss me with rain on your eyelashes,come on, let us sway together,under the trees, and to hell with thunder.”