Quotes About Rain

Except for the sound of the rain, on the road, on the roofs, on the umbrella, there was absolute silence: only the dying moan of the sirens continued for a moment or two to vibrate within the ear. It seemed to Scobie later that this was the ultimate border he had reached in happiness: being in darkness, alone, with the rain falling, without love or pity.

and the Creole houses were invisible behind the rain.

Looking down the road that runs along the bluff, I spy a solitary figure in the rain. The Turning Angel.

Suffering is a part of every life. Rain falls upon every life. All people encounter tragedy. Everybody struggles through hardship—not just Christians. But for the believer, for the child of God, whatever comes into our life first comes through the grid of God's plan and purpose for our lives. There are no accidents in the life of the believer.

As we stand there, the rain rolling off umbrellas, a man pushes through the soggy crowd. He's tall with dark, wavy hair that brushes his ears. He's wearing a long, black overcoat, and his shoes are expensive and likely ruined from the swelling puddle that has suddenly surrounded us like a moat. Samuel runs to him and Angela follows, coils her arm around him.

Rain started to fall. She looked up and regarded the crack in the gray sky. It was spring, and the weather had—in typical Pacific Northwest fashion—forgotten the season.

I don't know about the universe, but I'll make a pact with you. I hereby promise that I'll always dance in the rain at least once, in every one of my monsoons.

The rain grew heavier, but a restlessness I couldn't fight or understand kept me walking.

Monsoon rain fell upon the fountain and surrounding tiles: rain so dense and constant that the sky was a river, and our part of the world was its waterfall.

Don't wish,said Rain, don't start. Wishing only...

This is what fun is like, said Rain, almost to herself.

I pay attention to the sun. I've worn sunglasses while I play, for years, and apply sunscreen. No matter where I'm playing, there's a rain suit in my bag, too.

Meteorologists are pretty faces reading scripts telling you whether it's going to rain tomorrow.

People in Seattle - and I'm speaking from experience - are indoors more. It used to just rain a ton, and as a result, you'd be inside listening to music all the time and playing. You'd all rehearse at each other's houses and share ideas. There was no competition. When I got to L.A., I was really stunned by the competition.

For long after guilty memories fade, the urge for penance lingers: strong and blind as the will to drink rain and grope for sunlight.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

Mi se pare ca aud rapaitul ploii pe c??tile deformate. Rapaitul metalic pe care-l auzi toat? ziua trebuie sa te înnebuneasc?, sa te împiedice sa gânde?ti, e ca o muzica ce interzice orice cugetare. Ca ?i cum o femeie cu unghii lungi ar bate darabana în ceva la infinit.

ploaia rapaia pe geamuri ca o ma?in? de scris ruginita care înnebunise pe nea?teptate

That which allows the flow of winds, to its rhythm descends the rain, starts yet lasts beyond melodies play. It is a dance of heartbeats, it is a dance of countless journeys. It is a dance of life's spiritual escape

i remember how my grandmother tried to explain our world to me she told me a story she said the ground and the sky love each other but they don't have arms so rain is how they hold one another.

I sat on the floor and watched TV Thanking Christ for the BBC A stupid fucking place to be Down Rain Street

Oh the torn up ticket stubs From a hundred thousand mugs Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain And the carparks going up And they're pulling down the pubs And its just another bloody rainy day

Well, the rain made them a mess, the flowers, half of them bald of petals and the stems weak as noodles, and I was beginning to think that flowers were a silly idea, that you'd think, I don't know what, but I kept them all week because the last couple of days I couldn't escape to come and explain, and yesterday the flowers just flat died. So when I left today I didn't have any flowers, and wasn't sure I'd find you anyhow, so I grabbed what I could find, and it was food.

She almost laughed. "I think you're a man who gathers up power like a child gathers up wildflowers in the woods."   "Responsibility, maybe," he said. "Not necessarily power."   "Harder to gather handfuls of lake water or rain," she said.   "I know," he said. "I don't expect to be able to harvest you.