A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.
The storm starts when the drops start dropping. When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.