We were too far away to hear the words, but the voices fell like a fine sweet rain splashing down from on high.

A smell of the street's sweet fresh rain lingered in the executive conference room.

Who wouldn't feel magnificent with applause washing over him like sweet, pure rain?

Perhaps if she opened her doors and got into bed, the storm would sweep nearer, bringing the sweet rain with it.

What a pity he could not wash himself by flying through a rushing shower of sweet rain!

She sat beneath the dripping water in the church, calling it God's sweet rain, and the holiest water of all.

Then at last he said, "Your coming is like the first sweet rain at the end of the long dry.

And the rain, the light sweet rain begins to fall.

The wind blew back her hair, and she could smell sweet impending rain.

The old and weary voice fell like sweet rain upon his quaking parching heart.