It's rained all day and don't talk of stoppin' nother.

How I hate the sound, and how streaked I feel.

I don't mind its huskin' my voice, for there is no one to talk to, but cuss it, it has softened my bones.
"Dinner is ready; the rain has damped every body's spirits, and squenched 'em out; even champaign won't raise 'em agin; feedin' is heavy, talk is heavy, time is heavy, tea is heavy, and there ain't musick; the only thing that's light is a bed room candle--heavens and airth how glad I am this '_juicy day_' is over!".