All sunshine without a little rain makes a desert.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

Whatever he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone 'twas natural to please.

There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford.

Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home