“Louisiana rain now is falling just like tears.
Running down my face washing out the years.
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes.
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge.”

“Falling tears in my heart,
Falling rain on the town.
Why this long ache,
A knife in my heart.”

“Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.”

“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.”

“The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground”

“I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.”

“She's my kind of rain, hey, hey-hey.
Like love from a drunken sky-aye-yai-yai.
Confetti falling down on mine.
She's my kind of rain.”

“Now it feels like no one ever left me out in the rain, cold words still remain unspoken.
And I never got lost, spent years in the dark.
You're here, now my heart's unbroken.
When I see you smile, fill my soul again, and I'm unbroken.”

“My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.”

“I like the rain. It washes memories off the sidewalk of life.”