And the dust! Where did all these withered leaves come from in the month of June?
They are whirling about as if the foliage had already fallen.

There are big raindrops driving into my face too B-r-r! You need all four Fs.

No rain will wash a single one of them away, and I hope it won't efface the least word of my speech either.
What, according to human foresight, could be lacking to secure the fairest happiness, if you and the countess--" "Love," replied Heinz Schorlin curtly.
"That will come of itself," cried Biberli, as if sure of what he was saying, "if the bride is Countess Cordula." "Possibly," answered the knight, "but the heart must not be filled by another's image." Here he paused, for in the darkness he had stumbled into the ditch by the road.
The whirlwind which preceded the bursting of the storm blew such clouds of dust and everything it contained into their faces that it was difficult to advance.

But Biberli was glad, for he had not yet found a fitting answer.

He struggled silently on beside his master against the wind, until it suddenly subsided, and a violent storm of rain streamed in big warm drops on the thirsty earth and the belated pedestrians.
Then, spite of Heinz's protestations, Biberli hurriedly snatched the long robe embroidered with the St from his shoulders and threw it over his master, declaring that his shirt was as safe from injury as his skin, but the rain would ruin the knight's delicate embroidered doublet.
Then he drew over his head the hood which hung from his coat, and meanwhile must have decided upon an answer, for as soon as they moved on he began again: "You must drive your love for the beautiful sleepwalker out of your mind.