Rain before seven, fine before eleven.
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
It never rains but it pours.
Vancouver is heavily taxed by the Pacific Ocean. It pays in a currency called rain. The tax season usually starts in October and ends in April. Taxes are paid in installments, a few drops every day. No day can be missed, according to the strict rules of Poseidon, the Minister of Oceans.
You’ve been TRUMPed.
Another day, another rain.
Life is BUTE-iful.