Weathercasters always say how beautiful a sunny day is. But as for me, I love the rain!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Love is a smoke, made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
~ Spoken by Romeo, Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene I, Lines 187-191