Quotes About Rain

Sleep this night is not a dark haunted domain the mind must consciously set itself to invade, but a cave inside himself, into which he shrinks while the claws of the bear rattle like rain outside. Sunshine

I imagine Johnny Mathis hates Bin Laden as much as I do, but could Johnny agree Bin Laden had a better speechwriter than Bush? Axis of Evil? Come on. A swimmer in the ocean does not fear the rain is much more powerful propaganda. Poetic, even.

He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

I want to leave all my friends and the sunlight for a small, rainy town.

My father was in the civil service. I can remember standing in a bus shelter in the pouring rain, and that we were allowed candy floss at the end of the holiday if we had behaved.

This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to fear, Nothing to lose or to gain.

It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.

For every rain that fell on your face comes the rainbow that will shine on you and gives you grace.

Life is mixture of sunshine and rain, teardrops and laughter, pleasure and pain. Just remember, there was never a cloud that the sun couldnt shine through.

If it rains on your parade, dance in it.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, openly different kinds of good weather.

Laugh your heart out, dance in the rain, cherish the moment, live, laugh love, forgive and forget, life is temporary to live with regrets.

In the journey of life, we pass pleasures and pain. There will be sunshine and rain; there will be loss and gain. But we must learn to smile again and again.

Life is a mixture of sunshine and rain, teardrops and laughter, pleasure and pain. Just remember, there was never a cloud that the sun couldn't shine through.

Rain + Comfortable bed = Impossible to wake up.

Life isn't about how to survive the storm,it's about how to dance in the rain. You have every right to a beautiful life. NEVER be ashamed of your problems... Your body... Yourself... YOU are worth LIFE. If you believe in yourself anything is possible.

O lovitur? scurt? în fereastr?, ca ?i cum ceva ar fi izbit-o, urmat? de o ampl? c?dere abia sim?it?, de parc? o mîn? de fire de nisip s-ar fi pr?bu?it de la fereastra de deasupra, apoi mi?carea extinzîndu-se, regularizîndu-se, adoptînd un ritm, devenind fluid?, sonor?, muzical?, atotcuprinz?toare, universal?: începea s? plou?.

But we would emerge from our shelter, for the rain was playing a game, now, among the branches, and, even when it was almost dry again underfoot, a stray drop or two, lingering in the hollow of a leaf, would run down and hang glistening from the point of it until suddenly it splashed plump upon our upturned faces from the whole height of the tree.

Pieni kopaus ikkunaruutuun kuin jokin olisi töytäissyt siihen, sitten väljä kevyt varina kuin ikkunasta kerrosta ylempää olisi heitetty hiekkajyviä, sittern varina laajeni, muuttui säännölliseksi, omaksui rytmin, tuli juoksevaksi, sointuvaksi, musikaaliseksi, määrittämättömäksi, kaiken käsittäväksi: satoi.

little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain.

on; he might not be too late after all. The rain had picked up, and Cooper hurried up the walkway, still wishing for a jacket. As he approached the front door, he heard footsteps

Already the rain had become an element of life like the air Mark breathed, and when it stopped, he missed it somehow, and found himself listening for the drip, drip, drip that seemed now a necessary and comforting component of his life.

The October wind, which had promised rain all day, hesitated in its reckless flight down the moist pavements to hurl a handful of fine drops at the windows of the drawing room in the big Hampstead house. The sound was sharp and spiteful, so that the silence between the two women within became momentarily shocked, as if it had received some gratuitous, if trivial, insult.

Life wasn't a shadow. It was a beautiful, warm, many-voiced reality, full of omnibuses and orchestras and the smell of earth after rain.