Everybody goes. When the rain falls, it's beautiful. There are beans, corn. But when there's no rain, it's let's go to work, to eat.

Corn can't wait for rain. It has to have copious amounts when it's filling out the ears.

When things are desperate, there is no need to pretend that everything is beautiful.

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over

No question about it. It was all worth it.