when it rains, it pours, cats and dogs, floods from the heavens, 40 days and 40 nights, but not without, and within, hard rain, broken arrow, but deluges, biblical proportions, amazon, nile, moon enforced gravitational tides, high, the storm of the century, not the chinese water torture, not the drip drip drip of water pounding on flesh, same spot again and again and again, a washing machine, spinning round and round and round, a clothes washer, not fancy with too many buttons, either an upright or the standard, the turn turn turn, of wish wash, the agitation, dish dogs with hoses and sprayers, it's the water that's all around, the clouds have opened up, the rain comes pouring down, the water, the lifeblood, the damn of 25, broken through and reached, the wall that used to be there, naturally, mother nature and her green green grasses, and trees, and spring days and night, may, march april showers and flowers, there's definitely something to be said about the rain.