This gentle, weeping rain
It rather suits my mood to be walking around in the rain this week. And it calls to mind certain lines of poetry on rain:
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven ...
-The Merchant of Venice
Shakespeare
There follows a mist and weeping rain
And life is never the same again.
-Phantastes
George MacDonald
If you have any poetry of rain to share, please do.