“ - Listen to it rain.
- It`s raining hard.
- And you`ll always love me, won`t you?
- Yes
- And the rain won`t make any difference?
- No
- That`s good. Because I`m afraid of the rain.
- Why?
- I don`t know, darling. I`ve always been afraid of the rain.
- I like it.
- I like to walk in it. But it`s very hard on loving.
- I`ll love you always.
- I`ll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and what else is there?
- I don`t know. I guess I`m sleepy.
- Go to sleep, darling., and I`ll love you no matter how it is.
- You`re not really afraid of the rain are you?
- Not when I`m with you.
- Why are you afraid of the rain?
- I don`t know.
- Tell me.
- Don`t make me.
- Tell me.
- No.
- Tell me.
- All right. I`m afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it.
And sometimes I see you dead in it.”

(c) Ernest Hemingway "A Farewell to Arms"