Others live on in a careless and lukewarm state - not appearing to fill Longfellow's measure: 'Into each life, some rain must fall.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Into each life some rain must fall.
Without rain, there is no life.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
For when they see the people swarm into the streets, and daily wet to the skin with rain, and yet cannot persuade them to go out of the rain, they do keep themselves within their houses, seeing they cannot remedy the folly of the people.
Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.
Anyone who has spent a few nights in a tent during a storm can tell you: The world doesn't care all that much if you live or die.
It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice.
You have to accept the storms and the rainy days and the things in life that you sometimes don't want to face.
I'm attempting to broaden my novels' scope through landscape and weather, leaves falling off trees, overnight storms, timeless elements which, irrespective of human endeavour, have always been there and, as long as there is life and snow, will always be there.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.