Quotes About Rain

Added to the rooster of courses, 'Tiger Woods 10' adds in seven new courses from the pristine Bethpage Black, home of this year's U.S. Open, to the legendary Pinehurst. The Wii Weather Channel will even adjust the forecast to match the fairway because sometimes even the pros have to play in the rain.

Even Woodstock turned out to be a disaster. Everybody was stuck in the mud and people got sick.

In my district, I know we have thousands of little creeks and streams, some of which only fill up when it rains. Nationwide, they're in the tens of thousands.

I am never up for rain sequences because nothing can beat the excitement and thrill of natural rain.

The music is something outside myself that's also inside myself... Music and a sense of another presence always went hand in hand. Even when I was three, I would improvise music, and my maternal grandfather would act as an audience and used to applaud. I would imitate things like thunder and rain.

Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.

Don't tell me about the seasons in the East, don't talk to me about eternal California summer. It's enough to have a few days naked among three hundred kinds of rain.

Winter rain on moss soundlessly recalls those happy bygone days

It is merely an accident of history that it is considered normal in our society to believe that the Creator of the universe can hear your thoughts while it is demonstrative of mental illness to believe that he is communicating with you by having the rain tap in Morse code on your bedroom window.

This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.

To the best of your knowledge, Charles, do villains ever permit themselves to be rained on?" "Not to my knowledge, no, sir.

It was a mistake to plow the plains in a land of little rain and wind, wind, wind, and the mistake resulted in dust, which covered fields and buildings, killed people and animals, and drove farmers out with nothing.

aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana; dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana; dengan isyarat yang tak sempat disampaikan awan kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada

tak ada yang lebih tabah dari hujan bulan Juni dirahasiakannya rintik rindunya kepada pohon berbunga itu tak ada yang lebih bijak dari hujan bulan Juni dihapusnya jejak-jejak kakinya yang ragu-ragu di jalan itu tak ada yang lebih arif dari hujan bulan Juni dibiarkannya yang tak terucapkan diserap akar pohon bunga itu

Maka pada suatu pagi hari ia ingin sekali menangis sambil berjalan tunduk sepanjang lorong itu. Ia ingin pagi itu hujan turun rintik-rintik dan lorong sepi agar ia bisa berjalan sendiri saja sambil menangis dan tak ada orang bertanya kenapa. Ia tidak ingin menjerit-jerit berteriak-teriak mengamuk memecahkan cermin membakar tempat tidur. Ia hanya ingin menangis lirih saja sambil berjalan sendiri dalam hujan rintik-rintik di lorong sepi pada suatu pagi.

Apa yang kau tangkap dari suara hujan Dari daun-daun bugenvil yang teratur mengetuk jendel. Apakah yang kau tangkap dari bau tanah Dari ricik air yang turun di selokan

Jakarta itu cinta yang tak hapus oleh hujan tak lekang oleh panas. Jakarta itu kasih sayang.

Hujan mengenal baik pohon, jalan, dan selokan – swaranya bisa dibeda-bedakan; kau akan mendengarnya meski sudah kaututup pintu atau jendela. Meski pun sudah kaumatikan lampu. Hujan, yang tahu benar membeda-bedakan, telah jatuh di pohon, jalan, dan selokan – menyihirmu agar sama sekali tak sempat mengaduh waktu menangkap wahyu yang harus kau rahasiakan

I thought of myself mixing the fragrance of a certain day – the heavy musk of the hillside after the rain with the lightness of fresh blossoms doused in the downpour. I thought of each little bottle as the essence of a happy day or a sad one. I mixed the scent of a lonely moment – sandalwood and bergamot lingering over a rich, peppery base.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.

The Flight Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow, Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain-- But what if I heard my first love calling me again? Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam, Take me far away to the hills that hide your home; Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door-- But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care.

Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow, Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain– But what if I heard my first love calling me again? Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam, Take me far away to the hills that hide your home; Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door– But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?