“And on the flowers
The plenteous spring a thousand streams down pours.”

“Red rain is coming down.
Red rain.
Red rain is pouring down,
Pouring down all over me.”

“A few little flowers will spring up briefly in the dry gulley through which torrents of water pass occasionally. But it is steady streams that bring thick and needed crops. In the agriculture of the soul that has to do with nurturing attributes, flash floods are no substitute for regular irrigation.”

“The sweat—great slithering streams of it—pours down you. It runs down your legs, down the leg that is pedalling the sostenuto pedal, down the other leg. It oozes out all over your chest, flows down the binding around your middle where your full-dress pants soak it up. It flows everywhere, down your arms, down your hands.”

“When one flower blooms spring awakens everywhere”

“They can cut all the flowers, but they can't stop the spring…”

“When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.”

“Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.”

“Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.”

“Each day the storm clouds were opening like great purple flowers and pouring out their dark thunder. Each nightfall, the storm was laid down on their houses like a burden the day had carried.”