Je suis comme le roi d’un pays pluvieux,
Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant tres vieux.
The weather has turned, it is raining, everyone is grumpy, including me.
There is not a great deal of art which uses rain as a subject, funnily enough. Oh, of course, there’s this:
We should cheer up, I suppose. For, as the Lord said, God causeth the rain to fall on the righteous and the wicked….and I am not quite sure which I am.
April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sdelaireidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.