Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Rain may cleanse the Earth, but it doesn't wash away our tears.

Writing is like travelling. It's wonderful to go somewhere, but you get tired of staying.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.