The rain was falling on my face.

The moment I set foot into the room I suddenly calmed down, as if the breath of gods poured down on me.

All of a sudden, the enemy bombs came down on us like rain.

Sunlight pours into the room through the window.

The turbulent sands above our heads, the flinging of our swords... they're naught but falling stars in the night sky.

The birthday festival is based on a legend that colorful flowers and honeydew fell from the sky when Buddha was born.