The leaking roof hates the needed rain.

In spring carry an umbrella; in love, wear Kevlar.

Sane in the brain lies mainly in the frame.

As fresh is to rain so peace is to goodness.

A storm wakes, a loss breaks, love remakes.

Fame is rain, too much a bane.

Fix the roof; enjoy the rain.

Stand back at the edge of the rain soaked cliff; run from anger.

Rain brings life, too much — death.

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