Quotes About Rain

The lake district's rain was the price you paid to live amongst such beauty.

the path that those girls made us take was entirely fallacious, I should add that it was raining', as Nerval probably wrote somewhere; I hadn't often thought about Nerval lately, but he had hanged himself at the age of forty-six, and Baudelaire too had died at that age; it isn't an easy one.

A vida no campo é assim: nos anos de abundância, quando chove muito e nas alturas certas, enchem-se os celeiros e as despensas de comida, todos ficam felizes e há festas nas aldeias a todo o tempo para celebrar as colheitas. Nos anos de seca, os prados fica secos, a fruta apodrece nas árvores, a caça foge, e as pessoas andam tristes e às vezes passam fome.

Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti. -Nell Crain - The Haunting of Hill House

I thought for so long that time was like a line, that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, in a long line between the beginning...and the end. But I was wrong. It's not like that at all. Our moments fall around us like rain. Or snow. Or confetti. (Nell Crain, The Haunting of Hill House)

I think books are like rain, wherever rain falls, things grow. So hopefully wherever our books land, the person who reads them will gain knowledge, and his or her mind will grow. This in turn, will help humanity grow. We will always be proud of our secret library and i am sure that good things will continue to flow from it"-[Syria's Secret Library: Reading and Redemption In a Town Under Siege by Mike Thompson] 5

If it's raining, open an umbrella.

Se'm desdibuixa per l'horitzó de pluja la teva imatge, però et mantinc ben viva als dits i a la memòria.

Vinc d'un estiu amb massa pluges, però duc foc a l'arrell de les ungles

Krotiteljica zvjeradi u crvenoj galoniranoj husarskoj atili gladila je debelu pospanu zmijurinu pod crvenkastom ispruganom platnenom perinom i ?ula se kiša kako klizi po zelenkastom jedru menažerije a negdje je pjevao jedan limeni žlijeb.

On the evening my mother-in-law died, the noise of a chance sudden downpour resounded in the walkway and through the garden, roaring as though everything around us were being hammered by a fall of pebbles. That was why I was unable to catch what she said in the last moments before her eyes closed.

Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.

Outside the window, one lone car passed and threw a violent blast of rainwater over the sidewalk. It was a storm, by now. Looking at that rain, I was falling deeply in love with our warm bar. What could you do, with a world like that? I was in love with every minute of being alive even as I floundered.

Ernst was still in the Eastern Zone, about ninety kilometres from Berlin, when the truck emerged so inexplicably out of nowhere that it seemed to have been created by the rain itself.

It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind and hearts of the depressed and the inwardly tormented than does a really bad day with dark rain sniveling continuously and sympathetically from a dirty sky.

I miss it if I'm not in it for any length of time; I don't feel comfortable. I want trees and I want frequent rain.

How can you expect a statue to offer you food, if it cannot even save itself from the rain and cold?

Remember to love the rain as much as you love the sun. We are the only planet to know and experience both.

Sometimes it rains and other times clear skies, life is full of compensations. We must compromise to its terms and conditions; without complaining.

We get wet from the rain and sweat from the sun.

Surely," he said, "you don't doubt Samuel Rain's genius. Are you a monkey?

Pissed at the arrogance of angels, at the rain, at the whole fucking universe, she strode out without a backward look. Venom was at the gate. Damn man looked good wet.

On the day that Raphael crossed the border, the seas had turned a violent impossible blue, as had every river and every lake across the world. Even the rain that fell from the sky was a glorious blue, and when it shattered, it left behind a sparkling residue, faceted diamond dust in the palm

Llueve tanto como el día que nos conocimos, el noviembre pasado. Las gotas son tan gordas que caen como en cintas, ¿te acuerdas?