The storm starts, when the drops start dropping
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

We're all programmed to celebrate variety. Even Californians complain of constant unchanging good weather.

The main problem with writing in verse is, if your fourth line doesn't come out right, you've got to throw four lines away and figure out a whole new way to attack the problem. So the mortality rate is terrific.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the guy who'll decide where to go.

Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn't come from a store.