Not even a thousand tears can wash away the feelings I still have for you.
“They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!”
“Halfway home, the sky goes from dark gray to almost black and a loud thunder snap accompanies the first few raindrops that fall. Heavy, warm, big drops, they drench me in seconds, like an overturne...”
“For the rest of my life, Zanzibar will be the Swahili word for rain. The rain would drizzle, spit, mist, downpour, shower, torrent, gust, deluge and blast. At one point it hit the ground so hard it...”