Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Kate Chopin, Uncategorized, William Faulkner

August 18

The delicious breath of rain was in the air. — Kate Chopin

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. — William Faulkner

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow