1 Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces.
2 When we reached the door of the theatre, the streets were shining with rain.
3 This slope was trampled hard and bare, and washed out in winding gullies by the rain.
4 The burning sun of those few weeks, with occasional rains at night, secured the corn.
5 The river was running strong for midsummer; heavy rains to the west of us had kept it full.
6 He put his candy away in the cupboard, 'for when she rains,' and glanced at the box, chuckling.
7 One night there was a beautiful electric storm, though not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain.
8 She was so happy she was crying and laughing at the same time, and her red cheeks was all wet with rain.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 9 The rains had made channels of the wheel-ruts and washed them so deeply that the sod had never healed over them.
10 I told him nobody wanted to drownd themselves, but if we didn't have rain soon we'd have to pump water for the cattle.
11 I told her, adding that he thought we should have a dry spring and that the corn would not be held back by too much rain, as it had been last year.
12 The lilacs were all blooming in the yards, and the smell of them after the rain, of the new leaves and the blossoms together, blew into my face with a sort of bitter sweetness.