Quotes About Rain

all gardens rain will fall. But the heart and the love it's capable of will give us shelter from even the worst storms.

Rain The rain keeps falling, Even in my dreams. The skull leaks badly. There's a constant dripping Down the back. The rain, which no one Remembers starting, Keeps falling, Even on the finest days.

dripping with rain, the umbrellas looked like crumpled bouquets cast aside by sobbing brides.

In the middle of the night she woke up when her father touched her shoulder in the dark. Get up, he said quietly. Do you hear it? Then she heard the singing at the corners of the house - the deep, full tone of the moisture-laden south wind. Water was streaming off the roof, and the rain whispered as it fell on soft, melting snow.

I'd open my eyes and look out at the aching blue of the ocean–a color I had never seen in nature and that most likely only exists in the middle of the Atlantic, a gray blue like a storm cloud full of unspent lightning and unfallen rain.

WHEN the windshield was closed it became so filmed with rain that Claire fancied she was piloting a drowned car in dim spaces under the sea. When it was open, drops jabbed into her eyes and chilled her cheeks. She was excited and thoroughly miserable.

The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.

If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves upon the earth: and if the tree falls toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falls, there it shall be.

There's something specificabout the doves' wayof living my lifeas a natural result of today since it's raining

Silent is the ruined land.Man is brutaland the rain does not wash awaythe painor rid the distant memory.It makes it glisten.

When the heart gets hurt, It always rains.

She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.

Take an umbrella, it's raining.

It is beautiful when it rains far away in the distance, the bright sun shining on the mound on which you stand, and only a few guerilla drops heralding the approach of the shower towards you.

[Rain] is beautiful when it comes hurried and passionate, fleeing from the storm wind, hurled, like a volley of small musketry, against your streaming panes.... It is beautiful in the Midsummer, when it comes in light, soft showers, or, more in earnest, accompanied with thunder-music, straight and heavy; when, as the poet says— "Rolling as in sleep, Low thunders bring the mellow rain."

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, and snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

Gonna rain like a cow pissin' on a flat rock" [drugstore clerk to detective Virgil Flowers] Dark of the Moon, p.7

We cried together. And the sky wept with us.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

If the Chicago we'd left behind was all lake-frozen winds, Vancouver was wet springtime chill, with swirls of rain drizzling from banks of black clouds that scraped over the coast with the ponderous density of tectonic plates.

Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does. -The Brown Cape

We were running all over the front lawn and under the rainspouts, barefooted, in our underpants, with the rain pelting down, straight cold gray rain of Delta summers, wonderful rain. -Mexico

Who needs an umbrella in the rain?" she said, and stepped into the car.