Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.
People who wear fur smell like a wet dog if they're in the rain. And they look fat and gross.
We are insisting and we will continue to insist that this faith of the church must continue to be upheld come rain, come fire. That is our position.
I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.
I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?