“You've been so long in the rain, you feel like a dirty dish rag. But despite the misery of your water soaked body, you look around to see verdant leaves dripping with water. The air entering your lungs smells vibrantly clean. To experience adventure, you must be willing to be uncomfortable at times and enjoy the loneliness by being happy with your own singing. A song pops out of your mouth... "It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was fine..."” FeelsLooksLongBodyNightSongLeftEnjoyWaterAirLonelinessWillingAdventureFineSingingMouthsRainMiseryCleanPopsSmellWeatherDespiteDirtyUncomfortableDishesEnteringLungsAll NightRagsDrippingDirty Dishes Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“A rain-tight roof, frugal living, a box of colors, and God's sunlight through clear windows keep the soul attuned and the body vigorous for one's daily work.” SoulBodyClearColorRainWindowBoxesSunlightRoofVigorousFrugalDaily Work Book:Albert P. Ryder: centenary exhibition ; Oct. 18 to Nov. 30, 1947 Source: Albert P. Ryder: centenary exhibition ; Oct. 18 to Nov. 30, 1947
“Though this new forest grew mightily, elsewhere the mighty jungles fell. Elsewhere the coastal rain forests that furred the body of the world were torn and riven. Elsewhere the last of the old growth the last of the world's own garment were ripped away. It was in this time, now, that the mother of us all was stripped naked and left to die in shame of her children, she who had been robed in glory like this, adorned like this. I bent my head upon the roots and wept, sorrowing for the trees.” WorldChildrenBodyLastsMotherDiesLeftGrowthTreeGrewGloryRainRootsShameForestsNakedElsewhereBentTornJungleGarmentsRippedCoastal Author:Sheri S. Tepper
“All the posters on the walls All the leaflets in the streets Are mutilated, destroyed or run in rain, Their words blotted out with tears, Skins peeling from their bodies In the victorious hurricane.” BodyRunningStreetsTearsWallRainSkinsDestroyedHurricanesPostersPeeling Book:New Collected Poems of Stephen Spender Source: New Collected Poems of Stephen Spender
“Man's own form in space - his body - was a private prison; and that it was because of this imprisoning misery - because he was hungry and overworked and went to a horrid place called home late at night in the rain, and his bones ached and his head was heavy.” MenHomeBodyFormNightSpaceLateRainPrisonMiseryHeavyBonesHungryPrivate Prisons Author:Willem de Kooning