Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day
We want to go outside and play
Come again some other day


Maybe I should have saved
Those leftover dreams
But here's that rainy day
Here's that rainy day
They told me about
And I laughed at the thought
That it might turn out this way
Where is that worn out wish
That I threw aside
After it brought my love so near
Funny how love becomes
A cold rainy day
That rainy day is here
It's funny
How love becomes
A cold rainy day
That rainy day is here

—Robert Reynolds & Scotty Huff

Thou shalt make after the dark rain a seasonable drought for men, and again after the summer drought thou shalt cause tree-nourishing streams to pour from the sky.

—Empedocles :: On Nature

And the waters prevailed exceedingly upon the earth; and all the high hills, that were under the whole heaven, were covered.

Genesis 07:19

Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?

—David Mitchell :: Cloud Atlas

For there must be some nature, either one or multiple, out of which the other things come into being while that one is preserved. About the number and kind of such sources, however, they do not all say the same thing, but Thales, the founder of this sort of philosophy, says it is water.

—Aristotle :: Metaphysics

The sea is most pure and most polluted water: for fish, drinkable and life-preserving; for me, undrinkable and death-dealing.


The sea is the source of water and the source of winds; for without the great sea there would be no winds nor flowing rivers nor rain from the sky, but the great sea fathers clouds and winds and rivers.


All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full;
unto the place from whence the rivers come,
thither they return again.

Ecclesiastes 01:07

I have no way. I began with what I was used to, grew up with my nature, and let things come to completion with fate. I go under with the swirls and out with the eddies, following along the way the water goes and never thinking about myself. That's how I stay afloat.

—Chuang Tzu

By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea!
You and me, you and me, oh how happy we'll be!
When each wave comes a-rolling in
We will duck or swim,
And we'll float and fool around the water.
Over and under, and then up for air,
Pa is rich, Ma is rich, so now what do we care?
I love to be beside your side, beside the sea,
Beside the seaside, by the beautiful sea!

—Harold Atteridge & Harry Carroll

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