On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation! — Thomas William Parsons Copy Share Image
Time, like a flurry of wild rain, Shall drift across the darkened pane! — Charles G.D. Roberts Copy Share Image
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“I hate the rain. When your heart is in chaos, this sky becomes terribly easily. Can you understand... the horror of being… — Zangetsu Copy Share Image
“My spirit mirrors the radiance of a clear, blue sky. With closed eyes I lift my face and smile, warmed from the… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
