The soft drops of rain pierce the hard marble; many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.
The sound of rain is like the voices of tens of thousands of monks reading sutras.
Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.