I was told that when I'm dancing, I give off the feeling of a rainy day.

Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain.

My idea of absolute happiness is to be in bed on a rainy day, with my blankie, my cat, and my dog.

Seems like yesterday I wished for a better day, saved for a rainy day and all of em were wetter days - now I control the weather days...I've graduated from uneducated featherweights.

RAIN

Thunder skies
dewdrops fall,
timeless motion.

Heavy drizzles,
blurred vision
slumbering moon.

Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don't notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard almost-winter ground. Still, I stand without moving at the side of the coffin.