Quotes About Rain

When we arrived in Toronto it was raining, and we were standing around waiting for the luggage when a huge limo rolled up, and John and Yoko jumped into it and drove away, leaving the rest of us standing there without a clue as to what to do next. "Well, that's nice," I thought. In the end we got in the van with the luggage, which I deemed a bit sad, as I felt we deserved a little more respect than that.

The monsoon came, six months of infinite rain. The towns I once knew were wiped clean, and everyone said it was God revising his poem.

It is raining so the earth has turned mostly to mud, and I think of what the minister said when my brother died: "The rain comes and washes away his prints, so we can move on." I wished for drought instead, so we wouldn't lose every trace, but it rained for a week straight, and despite it being April, three feet of snow landed to make sure the job was done for good.

People pray for rain, then complain about the flood. They pray for it to stop raining, then bitch about the drought.

The day itself was as miserable and raw as one can imagine in Yorkshire County in March: bitterly cold, with powerful winds and rain. For good measure, there was also hail. And yet what was taking place was so important to the future of the nation that four thousand freeholders showed up and stayed.

But Wilberforce's exquisite voice was a force of nature itself, and as rude and harsh as the wind and rain were, Wilberforce's voice was glorious and beautiful.

Afterward, she'd do yoga on the front lawn in the mizzling rain, lying on her back and then lifting herself slowly into an arch, like a demolition shown in reverse. The pose had mysterious names: Downward Dog, Sun Salute. Once I found her lying on the grass in a random-looking sprawl, the palms of her hands turned up to the drizzle. "The Corpse," she explained later. "Feels wonderful.

Nothing's more comforting than the sound of rain when you're not in it." (Tell Me Everything pg. 192)

It had stopped raining but the sky was thick with clouds and the wind was growing stronger, scented with more rain to come.

I like rain," grumbled Silverhorn. "I like the way it makes the savannah green. But if it doesn't stop soon, I swear grass is going to start growing out of my hide.

weight of water droplets, and

Nice weather, if you're a duck.

I wish you were here so we could walk and talk in the soft rain.

It rains. The arc lamps gleam through the monotonous downpour. One can only stand and dream … how charming people are since they are alive … how charming the rain is and the night. … And how foolish arguments are … how banal are these cerebral monsters who pose as iconoclasts and devote themselves grandiloquently and inanely to disturbing the paper masks.

Rain is used as white noise when God is disgusted by too much prayer, when the sky is stuffed to bursting with the noise of what people need.

We eat in silence, listening to the rain. Both of us look forlornly at the bar, thinking that we shouldn't, we mustn't. On the other hand, we could simply pass out drunk here and maybe they'd take us to jail. There are beds in jail. Soap. New people to meet.

What condition of man most deserves pity?" - Franklin offered: "A lonesome man on a rainy day who does not know how to read.

I do cut my hair regularly because otherwise, after a few months, I wouldn't be able to see the ball any more - especially when there's a lot of rain.

I have a very good relation with rain. When I was born in Orissa, there were severe floods. Even now it rains on my birthday.

After I finish with football, I will definitely go home. I won't stay in England, but I like it here, and I'm happy I'm doing what's best to give everything on the pitch, and then when I can, I relax. But the only bad thing is here maybe the rain is much more than in my country, but everything else I am happy with.

I walk a loop around the neighborhood, waiting for Nick to appear, to guide me back to our house. The rain spackles me gently, dampening me. I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door.

It is one of those big-smelling days, when people bring the outdoors in with them, the scent of rain on their sleeves, in their hair.

Potem nadciÄ…gn??a nadciÄ…gn??a m?awka, która szczelnie zasun??a zasÅ'ony Å›wiata. BrÄ…zowe i szare postacie garbiÅ'y siÄ™ zniechÄ™cone wzdÅ'u? brudnej, bÅ'otnistej ulicy. DzieÅ" byÅ' jak wyrwany w peÅ'ni dorosÅ'y z macicy rozpaczy.

The Court had a rule that it would indulge in wine-drinking only if it were raining. Marshall would look out the window on a sunny day and decide that wine-drinking was permissible since "our jurisdiction extends over so large a territory that the doctrine of chances makes it certain that it must be raining somewhere."11