Quotes About Rain

And in the sixteen-o'clock dream the faces looked up as she bicycled overhead, looked up from their rained-on lives to say, look, oh look, look at her, isn't it wonderful, magical, marvelous

was still a fine, persistent drizzle. There was a word in Scots for it—"smirr.

La preocupación es una nube de la que llueve destrucción.

but all I see in the space between the words, / between drops of rain / is how we are both sad / in any language

Weave, weave, weave, you streaks of rain! I am dissolved and woven again... Thousands of faces rise and vanish before me. Thousands of voices weave in the rain.

The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.

It was raining a motherfucker. It was raining a Dostoyevsky novel. It was raining a Kurosawa film. It was raining a Trout Mask Repilca.

London is actually a beautiful place when the weather's good; the mood is lighter and everybody's smiling. But for the other 350 days a year, it's miserable. You're standing there waiting for the bus in the rain or you're waiting for a train on a platform and it's freezing. Always a persistent drizzle - or if it's not drizzling, it's overcast and cold.

I want to know, have you ever seen rain comin down on a sunny day?

I still love you, Gustavo, but it's a habitual love, a wound in the knee that predicts rain.

Rain brings us together in one of the last untamed encounters with nature that we experience routinely, able to turn the suburbs and even the city wild. Huddled with our fellow humans under construction scaffolding to escape a deluge, we are bound in the memory and mystery of exhilarating, confounding, life-giving rain.

On the land, spring rains are the primitive artists, greening hills and valleys and coaxing flowers to vivid bud and bloom. Summer rains are the long-lived masters of color—the steadier they fall on hardwood trees in June, July, and August, the richer reds and yellows ignite the autumn foliage.

Not infrequently in the wide skies over Yuma and other parts of the arid Southwest, residents watch sheets of rain begin to unfurl from auspicious purple storm clouds, backlit by the sun. But the rain stops halfway, hanging mid-horizon like a magician's trick. Known as rain streamers or by their scientific name VIRGA, the half-sheets evaporate into the dry air before the rain can reach the ground.

Outside, the rain was bucketing down. We ran along the street, laughing at the madness of it all, and burst into Reece's, where we had to queue for the set lunch of soup, chicken and trifle. Reece's had no licence so, when we finally got a table, we toasted ourselves with water. But we didn't care: we were on a high. A full church wedding with all the extras couldn't have made me happier.

Rain could show up at your door and teach you how to dance.

I've always found the rain very calming.

Nothing looks as great on videotape as Hollywood after a rain.

This is the perfume of March: rain, loam, feathers, mint. Every morning and afternoon, I drink fresh mint tea sweetened with honey.

You'll get wet," Daisy protested, glancing at his shirtsleeves and waistcoat. He began to laugh. "I'm not made of sugar." "Neither am I." "Yes you are," he murmured, making her blush. He smiled at the sight of her face peeking out from the folds of her coat, like a little owl in the woods.

It rained in Hampshire yesterday, a soft autumn storm that brought down hardly any leaves. The dahlias are no longer in stem, and frost has withered the chrysanthemums, but the air smells divine, like old leaves and wet bark, and ripe apples. Have you ever noticed that each month has its own smell? May and October are the nicest-smelling months, in my opinion.

In truth, I find the ocean unnerving. Too vast. I much prefer the forests around Stony Cross. They're always fascinating, and full of commonplace miracles... spiderwebs glittering with rain, new trees growing from the trunks of fallen oaks. I wish you could see them with me. And together we would listen to the wind rushing through the leaves overhead, a lovely swooshy melody... tree music!

They do that, you know. Miracles do. Even in the rainiest of seasons, they break through with their sparks of light and life. You just have to make up your mind not to concentrate on the rain.

It's fixin' to come a toad strangler,

The half-moon hangs heavy, rocking on its back. Its twin rides the ripples in the rain barrel as I pass.