Quotes About Rain

Now in the thriving season of love when the bud relents into flower, your love turned absence has turned once more, and if my comforts fall soft as rain on her flutters, it is because love grows by what it remembers of love

She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.

The sound of rain outlives us. I listen, someone is whispering.

A three-inch rain in Phoenix means three inches between drops.

The effect of civilization is to impose human law upon environment until it becomes machine-like in its regularity. The objectionable is eliminated, the inevitable is foreseen. One is not even made wet by the rain nor cold by the frost; while death, instead of stalking about gruesome and accidental, becomes a prearranged pageant, moving along a well-oiled groove to the family vault, where the hinges are kept from rusting and the dust from the air is swept continually away.

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.

Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.

The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.

Not sure. Using it is trickier than most people think, I said. You've got to keep it from drying out, and you've got to get it undiluted. It was raining, so if someone wanted my blood, they'd have had to get to it pretty quick - and it looked like Sith was keeping them busy. Sith? Butters asked. Not what you're thinking, I said. Oh, he said, clearly disappointed.

When it gets here, we'll run out and dance in it," I said. "Why?" Maggie asked. "If we don't, life has just as much rain," I said, "but way less dancing.

Great, grinding thunder raised its voice in a throaty roar, and the air turned to falling water.

wolf's fur was speckled with drops of blood that had beaded on it like rain. The gravel in the alley shone in the half-light from the distant street lamps. The wolf's muzzle, a little shorter and broader than I had seen on Wild Kingdom, was drawn back, black lips from fangs striped white and red like peppermints. Its eyes were blue, rather than any proper lupine shade, and gleamed with a sort of demented awareness.

It never rains," I moaned. Tera frowned at me. "It is raining now." She turned to Susan. "I do not think he is coherent." I snorted and looked around blearily. "It's a figure of speech.

Patiently, more gentle than rain, she made me clean, while I drifted, my eyes closed.

I was cooking my life in a cracked clay pot that was leaking. I had found secrets I didn't deserve to know. When the battle for the mind is finally over it's late June, green and raining.

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theatres to recall the sensation of rain.

I'm gonna love you Till the heavens Stop the rain. I'm gonna Love you Till the stars Fall from the sky For you and I

At least some of the time, the world appears to me as a painting by Hieronymous Bosch; were I to follow my conscience then, it would lead me out onto the desert with Marion Faye, out to where he stood in The Deer Park looking east to Los Alamos and praying, as if for rain, that it would happen: '…let it come and clear the rot and the stench and the stink, let it come for all of everywhere, just so it comes and the world stands clear in the white dead dawn.

Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't.' You looked at me. 'Your turn.' I rolled my eyes. 'The strong sister went outside into the rain and realized the reason she was strong was because she was made out of iron, but it was raining and she rusted. The end.' No, because the sister who wasn't strong went outside into the rain when it was raining, and hugged her really tight until the sun came out again.

a rainy day ceases to have meaning for a person who has lived in the open under a monsoon cloud most of his life.

Children are like the rain, we shouldn't be angry with them because they just don't know how to fall upwards.

A man who wants to train your brain should come in out of the rain.

After the rain ended, I tried my new trick with the dog door again, and sure enough, I was out in the backyard for a second time. I dug a hole, chewed the hose, and barked at Smokey, who was sitting in a window and pretending not to notice me. When a large yellow bus pulled up in front of the house, Ethan and several more neighborhood kids, including Chelsea, tumbled out. I jumped up to put my paws against the fence, and the boy ran to me, laughing.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.