Happy Thursday...

Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within. . . ~Charles Dickens, Tale of Two Cities


So, can you guess what today's post is about? Yes, I know... real original.

But we need the rain and I'm stuck inside due to it, so why not. It's not long one folks, I've got work to do afterall.

But enjoy a few rain quotes from the greats...

"Ah," said Dolly, with soothing gravity, "it's like the night and the morning, and the sleeping and the waking, and the rain and the harvest--one goes and the other comes, and we know nothing how nor where. We may strive and scrat and fend, but it's little we can do arter all--the big things come and go wi' no striving o' our'n--they do, that they do . . ." ~George Elliot, Silas Marner

The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. ~ Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers

In the country, the rain would have developed a thousand fresh scents, and every drop would have had its bright association with some beautiful form of growth or life. In the city, it developed only foul stale smells, and was a sickly, lukewarm, dirt-stained, wretched addition to the gutters. ~ Dickens, Little Dorrit

To watch this crystal globe just sent from heaven to associate with me. While these clouds and this sombre drizzling weather shut all in, we two draw nearer and know one another. The gathering in of the clouds with the last rush and dying breath of the wind, and then the regular dripping of twigs and leaves the country o’er, the impression of inward comfort and sociableness, the drenched stubble and trees that drop beads on you as you pass, their dim outline seen through the rain on all sides drooping in sympathy with yourself. These are my undisputed territory. ~ Henry David Thoreau

The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust steals the just’s umbrella.
~ Charles Synge Christopher Bowen