The brief silence that follows is as tender as arainstorm of daisies.

It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one’s heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing. A damp, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river....

I always keep the weather in my pocket, so no matter where I go, I always have something to talk about. Sudden thunderstorms embarrass me.

They looked so familiar that for a moment Claude feared he had doubled back to Mrs. Merritt’s city, until a sudden wave of water blinded his wipers and drove him along with everyone else to...

Because I seeA rainstorm in JuneJust before the sunThe black of nightJust before the starsAnd, girl, I see your ghostJust before our dawn