“Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.”

“Old Rover in his moss-greened house
Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.”

“Dark green is my favorite color. It's the color of nature and the color of money and the color of moss!”

“This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.”

“The rains tumble down in the sky,
Young swallows have learned how to fly,
The leaves that were green are no longer so green,
And it looks like the summer is over.”

“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.”

“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.”

“When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.”

“In a valley sweet with singing
From the hill and from the wood,
Where the green moss rills were springing,
A wondrous maiden stood.
The first lark seemed to carry
Her coming through the air;
Not long she wont to tarry,
Though she wandered none knew where.”

“The delicious breath of rain was in the air.”