Still falls the rain — dark as the world of man, black as our loss — blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross. – Dame Edith Sitwell

So let man consider of what he was created; he was created of gushing water issuing between the loins and the breast-bones. – Quran

Long before we saw the sea, its spray was on our lips, and showered salt rain upon us. – Charles Dickens, David Copperfield