This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It is the small things in life which count; it is the inconsequential leak which empties the biggest reservoir.
My mom used to tell me when I was little, 'When it rains, it's God's manifestation - a big day's waiting to happen.'
Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and our reservoirs this low.
Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.
I can't write unless I'm overlooking water.
Water is to me, I confess, a phenomenon which continually awakens new feelings of wonder as often as I view it.
The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three.
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.