Phyllis Rain Quotes

Saturday morning brought an Imbolc gift of thick fog, as our select company of three set off onto the rain-sodden moor. ‘Here we are,’ said Mrs Darley, as the well appeared before us after a ten minute climb. She immediately began to unwrap a joint offering from Phyllis and herself of an ivy swag interwoven with white ribbons and laid it across the lintel of the well. I followed suit but with a far more modest bunch of pine branches and silver honesty. ‘Drinks, dear?’ Mrs Darley looked at Phyllis, who right on cue produced three paper cups from her bag and filled them with whiskey from a hip flask.

Come sing, your choirs exultant, those messengers of God, Through whom the living Gospels came sounding all abroad! Whose voice proclaimed salvation that poured upon the night, And drove away the shadows, and filled the world with light. In one harmonious witness the chosen four combine, While each his own commission fulfills in every line; As, in the prophet’s vision from out the amber flame In mystic form and image four living creatures came. Four-square on this foundation the Church of Christ remains, A house to stand unshaken by floods or winds or rains. How blessed this habitation of gospel liberty, Where with a holy people God dwells in Unity. Latin, 12th Century

He says he was worried about me. He was in the tent when his goon brothers tried to throw me in the river." "They weren't really," Peter said. "They were only fooling." "Now you tell me," said Caroline. "But I was worried you might not find your way home in the rain," Peter plowed on. Eddie studied him quizzically. "My, aren't we concerned all of a sudden," she said. "I'm sure Josh and Jake and Wally were awake all night worrying about us," said Beth. "Nobody came over and offered to let us share your tent, though. If you ask me, Peter, I think you've got three baboons for brothers.

I have survived too many storms to be bothered by rain drops.

later, Phyllis said that the one thing she remembered above all else about that week was the rain. A cold, driving rain from low-hanging clouds that never let up and never let the sun peek through. But then, that Sunday morning as she pulled her car into the hospital

Three figures huddled on the widow’s walk on top of the Hatford’s house. Rain beat steadily down on their yellow slickers and the air was cold. “Even if we catch pneumonia and die, it’s worth it,” said Caroline, her teeth chattering. “Even if we fall off the roof and break both legs,” Eddie agreed. “One more time?” Beth asked. “No. Didn’t you hear them running? Let’s wait until we think they’ve forgotten about it, then sock it to them again,” said Eddie. They giggled.