“I opened my eyesAnd looked up at the rain,And it dripped in my headAnd flowed into my brain,And all that I hear as I lie in my bedIs the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.I step very softly,I walk very slow,I can't do a handstand--I might overflow,So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.”

“I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.”

“I had a fierce headache and (my parents’) soft conversation was like a light rain falling on the hot roof of my head.”

“I have acid rain in my brain and it's killing the flowers in my heart.”

“‎''Generally, the rain is the thing which makes everything in my life nicer than it is. Love, sleep, long walks with beloved... I’m just wondering, why it’s not raining anytime when I have dinner with my mother… ”

“I like to walk in rain, so that nobody can see my tears.”