"Some say the Scheme with love stands luminous, Some say 't were better back to chaos hurled; And so 't is what we are that makes for us The measure and the meaning of the world." (E.A. Robinson)
This work dates back to the 19th century.
Perhaps it was not rain, but a snowstorm.
Excluded works with similar plots: “Dead Souls” by N.V. Gogol, “Blizzard” by A.S. Pushkin, “Blizzard” by L.N. Tolstoy, “Tosca” by A.P. Chekhov.
Give me a hint, please, literature-smart people.