The friendly rain sings many a haunting strain, now of gladness and now of dole. Anon of the glamor and the dream that ever seem to wait on a pilgrim soul; Yeah, we can hear the grief of an elder year, and laughter half-forgotten and dear; In the wind and the rain we find fellowship meet for each change of mood or mind.
-Lucy Maud Montgomery
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