Yes, I was supposed to be writing.  Or coming up with something for this blog.  So I had the pen in hand.  So I got a little carried away…  :razz:

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

The planes in Spain fall mainly in the rain.

Raine fell in the plane en route to Spain.  :grin:

“Rain death upon them all!” he shouted, raising his fist to the sky.  “Until the rivers and plains run with the blood of Spain—may they weep as they fall to your blades!”

Mayne Lee reined the horses to a halt, stopping just short of the rain-swollen river that had already flooded the opposite plain, effectively cutting off his escape route to Spain.

Plain I was, to be sure; but even the unlovely could dream of romantic walks in the rain, of Spanish moss dripping from the trees as the night bloomed and melted over the land.

The vampire Spaen gently nuzzled her neck.  “There can be no escape.  For I have reigned over the plain and the mighty, the living and the dead, and even the grave has not stayed my desire for you.”

The rain in Spanish Harlem was now different than that which fell in New York City proper.  Everyone knew it, though no one could have guessed that the deadly contrails left by criss-crossing planes were responsible.

“S’pain, m’dear.”  His leering smile hovered above her, plainly excited, as he tightened the raw ropes around her wrist.  “Pain, pure and simple as the patter o’ the rain upon me roof—the last sound you’ll ever hear.”

“Spane!  Spane!” the young boy cried, falling to his knees as he chased the gunslinger across the rain-weary plain.  “Come back, Spane!  Come back!”

Yes, I know, shame on me—but it was fun, lol.  And if you’ve got a sec, feel free to add on.  Keywords–rain, Spain, plain, or any spelling or derivation thereof.  :wave: