The rain falling on the river seemed to make no sound.

The rain seemed farther away now, part of another universe.

They could not see each other, and the rain at their backs seemed to drive them along.

The rain seemed to move on away, the clouds moving with them.

Even the rain seems to fall in two separate patterns.

He was looking at the street where the rain seemed to be falling less heavily.

He found some friends, and the rain doesn't seem to keep them from fishing.

The small rain seemed to let up a bit, though the room stayed dark as an eclipse.

There was a very still moment, when even the rain seemed to pause.

The wind and the rain seemed to make no difference to their efforts.