Still occasionally mistaking brightness for warmth. – Rob Temple, @SoVeryBritish (Very British Problems: Making Life Awkward for Ourse

I like people who smile when it’s raining. – Author unknown

Earth and rain—dust and desire—what mingled odor of these is not sweet? – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the Ne

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLIII