I was coming out of a bar in Manhattan in the rain at night. I felt lonely. Then I thought: there is… — Matthew Rohrer Copy Share Image
Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December;… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease; a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
