| Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality | Pleasure is two things: hot coffee and fine rain• Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book |
|---|---|
| Let the rain sing you a lullaby• Because the Indians would keep dancing until it rained• A bitter-tasting cup of Arabic coffee crept into my veins and brought back the blood that has slowed down | When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins• It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter• The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend |
Evening coffee with turquoise tunes filling the heart with comfort and tenderness• Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water• Boys like me belonged to the rain• Rain has the power to hypnotize• Let the rain kiss you.
| Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops | And coffee has a crazy ritual like a novelty dissolving it in the hidden water molecules• Do you know why the Indian rain dances always worked? Those who hate rain hate life• I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying• Morning in winter, velvety coffee, turquoise tunes and nostalgia for unforgettable days• It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder• If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane• All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you |
|---|---|
.