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[...] A light rain had started at session time, and now there was lightning, followed by thunder resounding across the city.)

[...] It was raining and I lay in a pleasant drowsy state.

(Pause.) When it rains, water rushes in great exuberant gushes down the sides of the mountain, bringing life and vitality to all of its parts. [...]

[...] The rains must fall, but not too much. [...]

[...] You think of rain or earthquakes as natural events, for example, while you do not consider thoughts or emotions as natural events in the same terms. [...]

[...] It is as if she were a meadow upon which no rain had fallen. [...]

[...] Agnes was preceded by days of heavy rain that extended on a broad front for hundreds of miles. [...]

[...] Great changes appear, and showers of power — quick bursts of rain, explosive inundations of energy.

[...] There are currents of thought as there are currents of air, and the mental patterns of men’s feelings and thoughts rise up like flames from a fire, or steam from hot water, to fall like ashes or like rain.

The Indian rain dances worked. [...]

[...] Drowsily I remembered the flight I’d listened to in the rain the day before yesterday….)

[...] I zipped up the bag as spatters of rain began to blow in on me. [...]

[...] It’s so wonderful …’ And as I spoke I intuitively understood that the motion of the wind was an excellent creative metaphor for the motion of Jane’s soul, that its cool feel upon my face could be the physical version of her caring for me ‘from where she is.’ The storm of my grief eased after a while, but the wind and the light rain continued. [...]

[...] Construction at the store had overloaded sewage pipes and caused them to back up after rain storms, filling the basement of the Brenner house with sewage several times.

rain......................snow

[...] In doing so she realized that the ground was quite dry, and that we needed more rain.

[...] One class day, Nancy Methinitus picked Jane up at the house because it was raining. [...]

[...] This was a very heavy wet snow that began shortly before 1 AM Sunday, February 13; it continued until dawn, accumulating about an inch, then turned into a very heavy soaking rain that lasted all day Sunday and on into the night. [...]

[...] Some rain.

[...] As it happened our washing had been hung in the basement the day before because of rain.

“Perhaps what we are has always waited, hidden in the possibilities of creation, dispersed and unknowing — in the rain and wind that swept across Europe in the thirteenth century — in the heaving mountain ranges — in the clouds that rushed through the skies of other times and places. [...]