“Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.”

“Then a little voice in him said, Let go, let go, let go”

“Valentine Weather

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
come on, let us sway together,
under the trees, and to hell with thunder.”

“Did you ever see anybody so disgusting: said lightning to thunder, "never," growled thunder, "let's give him the works.”

“If it rains, let it rain, if the wind blows, let it blow.”

“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”

“Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.”

“As I have always said, let ObamaCare fail and then come together and do a great healthcare plan. Stay tuned!”

“Where music thundered let the mind be still,
Where the will triumphed let there be no will,
What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.”

“Play us a tune on an unbroken spinet, and let the bells ring, let the bells ring! Play music now: play us a tune on an unbroken spinet. Do not make echoes of forgotten time, do not strike music from old broken keys, do not make ghosts with faded tinklings on the yellowed board; but play us a tune on an unbroken spinet, play lively music when the instrument was new, let us see Mozart playing in the parlor, and let us hear the sound of the ladies' voices. But more than that; waken the turmoil of forgotten streets, let us hear their sounds again unmuted, and unchanged by time, throw the light of Wednesday morning on the Third Crusade, and let us see Athens on an average day.”