Quotes About Rain

Animated, released from stillness by the rain, Dendroalsia begins to move, branch by delicate branch unfolding to recreate the symmetry of overlapping fronds. As each stem uncurls, its tender center is exposed and all along the midline are tiny capsules, bursting with spores. Ready for rain, they release their daughters upon the updrafts of rising mist. The oaks once more are lush and green and the air smells rich with the breath of mosses.

However alluring the thought of warmth, there is no substitute for standing in the rain to waken every sense - senses that are muted within four walls, where my attention would be on me instead of all that is more than me.

I wish in the city of your heart you would let me be the street where you walk when you are most yourself. I imagine the houses: It has been raining, but the rain is done and the children kept home have begun opening their doors.

rain obliterated the outlines of the houses

the human body is a miniature version of the universe - the eyes and ears are the sun and moon, breath is air, blood is rain.

You aren't aware your clothes are getting wet in the rain.

Everyone knows that the human body is a miniature version of the universe—the eyes and ears are the sun and moon, breath is air, blood is rain.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

The cold rain continued to fall. He remembered, suddenly, how Jean's hair curled and framed her face when it was damp. In contrast to the horrible stench that was growing stronger by the minute, he remembered the fragrance of her when she had kissed him goodbye. It seemed so long ago.

The rain made it seem as if the whole word was crying.

Tyler caught her wrist. You can't walk home now. It's raining. Believe me, it won't bother me a bit. Now, Carlie, don't be obstinate. Tyler, I'm dangerously close to laying you low. She had to get away from him. Now. Violence? My, my, your cold is making you surly. She tugged, but he didn't release her. Tyler, what did you intend to do today, before you came here and decided to harass me? I was going to harass Brenda, but you'll do better.

Even at midnight the city groans in the heat. We have had no rain for quite a while. The traffic sounds below ride the night air in waves of trigonometry, the cosine of a siren, the tangent of a sigh, a system, an axis, a logic to this chaos, yes.

Raindrops felt his cheeks with blind, questing fingers...the black trunks of the trees were like iron bars against the gray of gathering pools. Radigan

howling wind that set the flames a-roaring on the hearth. In the wide open door stood a huge man wrapped in a sheepskin cloak, the leather side outside, and a great fur cap now sodden with rain. He had a red beard and bushy brows of red, and there was a great scar on his cheekbone partly hidden by the beard.

Only the wind made a sound to be heard, a soft soughing that seemed to whisper of the impending rain. The

Because of the rain, there was nobody else out on the street. Even if there was, Katherine and Sam wouldn't have noticed. There were lost in their own world.

It looks like rain clouds moving in.

A short while later, both boys fell asleep. Behind them, the sky had turned dark, and for the first time in over a hundred years, a drop of rain fell into the empty lake.

En toda vida, hay dias de lluvia, dias obscuros y dias tristes y grises

And holding the little paper fast, as if it were a promise yet to be fulfilled, Jo laid her head down on a comfortable rag bag, and cried, as if in opposition to the rain pattering on the roof.

Hearing, like a sad refrain- 'Be worthy, love, and love will come,' In the falling summer rain.

She slowed to pick her way through places where water was seeping up through the mats of dying grass. Rain tapping through the brilliant leaves the only sound. She stopped. The sense of something there, with her, all around her, swirling and seething with energy. How intimately the trees seized the earth. How exquisitely she was included. Patrice closed her eyes and felt a tug. Her spirit poured into the air like song.

He suspected the workers thought of Serena as beyond gender, the same as they might some phenomenon of nature such as rain or lightning.

petrichord: the sound of water sliding over smooth stone.