Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather, every sky has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.
The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!
