Quotes About Rain

The flowers withered,Their color faded away,While meaninglesslyI spent my days in the worldAnd the long rains were falling.

The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / ???? ??????? ????? ??????? ???????

The cherry blossoms have faded now in hue - gazing emptily upon the long spring rains, I too know what it is to age.

The flowers and my love, Passed away under the rain, While I idly looked upon them: Where is my yester-love?

Should I leave this burning house Of ceaseless thought And taste the pure rain's Single truth Falling upon my skin?

Winds blew, evil winds, winds that pissed on the citizens, piss disguised as rain.

Of late a gloomy rain has been falling almost incessantly. Whatever I do depresses me.

And like unoccupied heart's home, You'll fill the fragile shell, With wind, with whispers of the foam, And fog, and rain as well…

Al caer en el charco, estaba casi muerto. La mano se hundió en el agua sucia y trató de asir algo, de detener algo, de impedir que algo se fuera. Luego, quedó inmóvil. Un hombre se acercó y pateó su cara dos veces. Se subieron a los coches y se fueron. Sobre el cadáver de Héctor Belascoarán Shayne, siguió lloviendo.

Héctor Belascoarán Shayne, detective independiente, se tomó el cuerpo con las manos y se estrechó en un autoabrazo solitario, en la oscuridad lunar y la lluvia. «No contaban con mi astucia», se dijo, citando al Chapulín Colorado. Su reserva de frases absurdas era enorme.

They watched the rain and downed their Cokes like a pair of diabetics in a suicide pact.

Documentary crews and journalists are not an uncommon site in the lobby and hallways. They come for the stories, picking through our memories like rats through the rubble, trying to find a few morsels in the refuse before the rain washes it all away.

We hadn't brought a tent. Even if it rained, we couldn't afford to blind ourselves like that when we slept.

I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.

For me the autumn has never been a sad season. The dead leaves and the increasingly shorter days have never suggested the end of anything, but rather an expectation of the future. In paris, there is an electricity in the air in october evenings at nightfall. Even when it is raining. i do not feel low at that hour of the day, nor do i have the sense of time flying by. i have the impression that everything is possible. the year begins in the month of october.

But I am a patient man. I can wait for hours in the rain.

For me, autumn has never been a sad season. The dying leaves and the days that grow shorter and shorter have never evoked the end of something for me but instead brought with them anticipation for the future. In Paris, during these October evenings, there is an electricity in the air at dusk. Even when it rains. I don't feel down at that time of night, nor does it seem that time is passing too swiftly. I have the feeling that anything is possible.

I grew thinner and more ragged. I slept in rain or sun, on soft grass, moist earth, or sharp stones with an intensity of indifference that only grief can promote.

I closed my mouth and looked across the water. Inches away, Denna did the same. I could feel the heat of her. She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.

You are unexpected cake on a rainy afternoon.

The Lethani is like water," I responded without thinking. "It is itself unchanging, but it shapes itself to fit all places. It is both the river and the rain.

She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.

You see, a laurel needs to grow. I can't do much about that. But I can keep the rain off a few musicians heads, can't I?" A sly smile wound it's way onto his face. "So God will tend the laurels and keep them wet. And I will tend the players and keep them dry. And wiser minds than mine will decide when to bring the two together." -Count Threpe

Whole cities shut down, but the garden just keeps going. Plants don't run on electricity or clock time, and none of nature does. Nature runs on sunlight and rain and the seasons, and I am part of that system. My body is part of nature...This system is much stronger than the other. It isn't some disgrace to be a part of it. It is an honor.