Quotes About Rain

Dreamily over the roofs The cold spring rain is falling; Out in the lonely tree A bird is calling, calling. Slowly over the earth The wings of night are falling; My heart like the bird in the tree Is calling, calling, calling.

Time, like a flurry of wild rain, Shall drift across the darkened pane!

I like lots of songs, and I find it quite interesting to do [cover songs] from time to time. My first solo hit was in 1973, the Dylan song "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall."

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

Water drunk more reverently still, from the hands or from the spring itself, diffuses within us the most secret salt of earth and the rain of heaven.

Frost came behind the rain, and the resulting scene across the fields was a ponded desecration, frozen like a photograph of ruin, an upheaval painted with the hues of autumn which had bled to mud.

Yet with all the advantages over both friends and enemies which I now possessed I could not honestly say I was happy. I knew I could have every possible enjoyment and amusement the world had to offer--I knew I was one of the most envied among men, and yet, as I stood looking out of the window at the persistently falling rain, I was conscious of a bitterness rather than a sweetness in the full cup of fortune.

The night was windy, full of tree sounds. The moon was gone and there was rain, so fine that it was only a tingle on the skin.

Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life. All it needs from you is that you take care not to trample on it.

It was perhaps only from watching gulls fly like sparks up the face of clouds that dragged rain the length of the lake that I imagined such an enterprise might succeed. Or it was from watching gnats sail out of the grass, or from watching some discarded leaf gleaming at the top of the wind. Ascension seemed at such times a natural law.

But the child just lay against her, hoping to stay where she was, hoping the rain wouldn't end. Doll may have been the loneliest woman in the world, and she was the loneliest child, and there they were, the two of them together, keeping each other warm in the rain

Hasta la lluvia andaba jodida en este país. Piensa:

as the rain beat the windows like an army trying to get in.

Doesn't rain make a memory more intimate?

I like when it rains hard.It sounds like white noise everywhere,which is like silence but not empty.

On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, It rained very hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty. I went upstairs and sat in my room and watched the water falling in the street. It was falling so hard that it looked like white sparks (and this is a simile, too, not a metaphor). P.103

But the smoke goes out of the chimney and into the air and sometimes I look up into the sky and I think that there are molecules of Mother up there, or in clouds over Africa or the Antarctic, or coming down as rain in the rain forests in Brazil, or in snow somewhere.

OdeÅ¡el jsem nahoru a sedÄ›l u sebe v pokoji a díval se, jak na ulici leje. Lilo tak straÅ¡nÄ›, že to vypadalo jako bílé jiskry (a tohle je pÃ…â"¢irovnání, ne metafora).

As the Arabs say, The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.

The clocks were striking midnight at different places all over the town as I stepped through the door of my college. The rain had cleared. Moonlight gave the grass and towers an air of unreality, as if all would be removed in the morning to make way for another scene.

It's raining women's voices as if they had died even in memory, and it's raining you as well- Marvellous encounters of my life (o little drops!)

There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserable ways of our fellowmen.

All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage.

But I think certain death and dismemberment is in my forecast, followed by light rain of guts and flayed skin.