The gutters leaked like secrets, and the rain rained rain like rain...

God is in the rain.

Vice, coming from above, flowed along the gutters, spread itself out in the sheets of ornamental water, re-ascended in the fountains of the public gardens to fall again on to the roofs in a fine penetrating rain.

"How Beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!

-"Rain in Summer

Praise crazy. Praise sad.
Praise the path on which we're led.
Praise the roads on earth and water.
Praise the eater and the eaten.
Praise beginnings; praise the end.
Praise the song and praise the singer.

Praise the rain; it brings more rain.
Praise the rain; it brings more rain.

Praise the rain; the seagull dive
The curl of plant, the raven talk — Praise the hurt, the house slack
The stand of trees, the dignity — Praise the dark, the moon cradle
The sky fall, the bear sleep — Praise the mist, the warrior name
The earth eclipse, the fired leap — Praise the backwards, upward sky
The baby cry, the spirit food — Praise canoe, the fish rush
The hole for frog, the upside-down — Praise the day, the cloud cup
The mind flat, forget it all — Praise crazy. Praise sad.
Praise the path on which we're led.
Praise the roads on earth and water.
Praise the eater and the eaten.
Praise beginnings; praise the end.
Praise the song and praise the singer.

Praise the rain; it brings more rain.
Praise the rain; it brings more rain.

Ah, what wondrous joys the rainy season presents,
Waving green grasses, gardens scattering scents;
Dulcet sounding drizzle, rain drops agleam,
Everything attractive, winsome every scene,
Ah! the rainy season gladdening in extreme.
The clouds drunk with joy are flirting with the breeze,
And with thunder blasts fill the land and lea;
"Water, water, everywhere," the land looks a lake,
Gardens stand drenched, verdure water-bathed,
Ah, the rainy season, how it exhilarates!
Undulating grasses, drunken clouds on high,
The sky specked with cloudlets, mosses red and white;
Everything is getting drenched, from the moon to the minnows lithe,
Who but you, O God, can such colors provide!
Ah, the rainy season, bursting with delight!

From his hole so wet and drenching

[T]he rain was making the finest sound that we, who live much outside of houses, ever hear.

... but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight

Narrated Aisha: Whenever Allah’s Messenger saw the rain, he used to say, O Allah! Let it be a strong fruitful rain.

Outside it had begun to rain, a fine mist of a rain: fall leaves were plastered to the walkway, and puddles filled with bits of hay and coal lay in the street. A nice bit to remember for the writing. Water Street! He loved to look at it.

Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.

By now the rain rushed down instead of fell down. It was like what my old folks used to call raining tomcats and hoe handles.