“…resignation is like the rain in Mexico City, sometimes sad, arbitrary and inopportune.”

“Sometimes we get sad about things and we don't like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don't know why we are sad, so we say we aren't sad but we really are.”

“Love is like the rain. It comes in a drizzle sometimes. Then it starts pouring and if you're not careful it will drown you.”

“This sad story always ends the same
Me standing in the pouring rain.”

“The gutters leaked like secrets, and the rain rained rain like rain…”

“In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”

“A slow autumn rain:
The sad eyes of my mother
Fill a lonely night.”

“Sad is Eros, builder of cities,
And weeping anarchic Aphrodite.”

“A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.”

“The rain, the rain, the rain. You can't even hear it outside the window but still it's a sad thing. Rain, the grade school teachers say, makes the trees and flowers grow, but we're not trees and flower, and so many grade school teachers are single.”