Strangers can make you cry

It's raining. Mumble muble muble.
It's a hard rain.
I don't like a hard rain. Mumble mumble...

This from a conversation overheard on the train. Only a voice steeped in weariness and nicotine could convey the essence of a hard rain- a thing to be endured. Somehow the Bob Dylan song never fully got the point across. It's all in the voice.