Need some help here from Douglas Adams fans...I am almost certain this is a quote from a Douglas Adams book. I am pretty sure it starts a chapter, and goes,"And it rained a [something silly,] and it rained a [something else silly] and it rained [some silly things.] I thought it would be in "So Long And Thanks for All The Fish," since it has a rain theme, but I'm not seeing it there. Help!

McGruff

I found this: p. 178: The author notes that after a century of writers bemoaning Northwest weather, it was inevitable that somebody would come along and sing its praises. He quotes passages from David Duncan, Tom Robbins and Sallie Tisdale. In Another Roadside Attraction, Robbins describes the start of the rainy season in the Skagit Valley: "And then the rains came... And it rained a sickness. And it rained a fear. And it rained an odor. And it rained a murder... And it rained an omen. And it rained a poison. And it rained a pigment. And it rained a seizure... And it rained a fever. And it rained a silence. And it rained a sacrifice... And it rained a screaming... And it rained a disorder." http://www.alpenglow.org/ski-history/notes/book/laskin-1997.html Jan 12 06, 10:57 PM

McGruff

Here it is more complete: "And then the rains came. They came down from the hills and up from the Sound. And it rained a sickness. And it rained a fear. And it rained an odor. And it rained a murder. And it rained dangers and pale eggs of the beast. Rain fell on the towns and the fields. It fell on the tractor sheds and the labyrinth of sloughs. Rain fell on toadstools and ferns and bridges. It fell on the head of John Paul Ziller. Rain poured for days, unceasing. Flooding occurred. The wells filled with reptiles. The basements filled with fossils. Mossy-haired lunatics roamed the dripping peninsulas. Moisture gleamed on the beak of the Raven. Ancient shamans, rained from their homes in dead tree trunks, clacked their clamshell teeth in the drowned doorways of forests. Rain hissedon the Freeway. It hissed at the prows of fishing boats. It ate the old warpaths, spilled on the huckleberries, ran in the ditches. Soaking. Spreading. Penetrating. And it rained an omen. And it rained a poison. And it rained a pigment. And it rained a seizure." - Tom Robbins, _Another Roadside Attraction_ http://www.ashep.com/archive/loQtus/unab2.html Jan 12 06, 11:01 PM