Quotes About Rain

Miraba caer las gotas iluminadas por los relámpagos, y cada que respiraba suspiraba, y cada vez que pensaba, pensaba en ti, Susana.

The natives of the rain are rainy men.

The soul, o ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind. A bronze rain from the sun descending marks The death of summer, which that time endures

Secret Man" The sounds of rain on the roof Are like the sound of doves. It is long since there have been doves On any house of mine. It is better for me In the rushes of autumn wind To embrace autumn, without turning To remember summer. Besides, the world is a tower. Its winds are blue. The rain falls at its base, Summers sink from it.

The settling pastels, the walled horizons, the yellowing nylon curtain pulled back, unattached to clouds and rain, but the metal rungs ringing over the guide bar above the bed are a downpour.

When I was little, I used to run out into the rain and let the water run all over me. Then one day I saw lightning split a tree nearly in half. That pretty much took the joy out of prancing around in thunderstorms.

So maybe it's not sad that Gran lives alone. Maybe it's a choice. "But what if it never rains again here?" I ask her. She makes a quick face—like a face she might make if I were blowing that whistle right in her ear. Then she says, "I guess I'll have to take that question one day at a time.

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

my life comes apart like a love letter in the rain.

Un po' di pioggia non ha mai fatto male a nessuno, disse Mario. La pioggia fa male a tutti, disse Carlos. Può anche uccidere. Ne aveva già uccisi molti.

Mais c'est, plus quotidiennement, le refuge du livre contre le crépitement de la pluie, le silencieux éblouissement des pages contre la cadence du métro, le roman planqué dans le tiroir de la secrétaire, la petite lecture du prof quand planchent ses élèves, et l'élève de fond de classe lisant en douce, en attendant de rendre une copie blanche...

sky dribbled just enough to make the windshield wipers squeal at the slowest setting.

The day Edward Bloom was born, it rained.

I found shelter from a thin rain in the laundrette opposite, the hot air thick with Persil.

À Tokyo, où je n'ai jamais mis les pieds, on conserve paraît-il le temps dans de jolies petites boîtes laquées. Si tu veux trois jours, on peut te les vendre. Contre de l'argent ? Non, on n'achète du temps qu'avec du temps. On peut te vendre trois jours gris contre deux jours ensoleillés et une nuit triste. Ou simplement une heure contre un baiser frais. Je voudrais acheter du temps japonais avec des mimosas ruisselants de pluie.

Brontola il vento al mio richiamo alla finestra, ma tu fingi raffiche di mitra. Sullo spiovuto selciato della strada si vedranno solo ortiche e stelle.

Love the rain especially when I am writing or designing, my creativity is extra focused.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

The rain fell in torrents, like God had sucked up the ocean and spit it out over their heads in fury.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling outside, as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Dawn seemed to come late the next day, as if the sun had decided to sleep in, the sky wrapped in gray clouds, the threat of rain heavy and imminent.

Se volteo para mirar justo en el momento en que comenzaba a llover, como si la tormenta hubiese decido finalmente echarse a llorar de vergüenza por lo que les había echo.

And then Thomas, still in shock over the sheer power of the lightning bursts, followed his friends, stepping into the gloom. He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling outside, as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Nervous? Why, Lieutenant Boyle, whatever for? We're just about to leave on a six-hundred-mile trip through enemy infested waters, with a big, fat low-pressure system just sitting over us, dumping buckets of rain and churning up waves taller that houses, in order to land you alone in Nazi-occupied Norway, just south of the Arctic Circle, and leave you there. Why should you be nervous?