Quotes About Rain

I don't know why we sleep or wake or why one dreams a fast bombastic image and the other memory's faintest trace which anyway haunts the day, if you look hard through the flawed window glass you can begin to see the lightest rain or snow but it's not there, now I can see it on the books and on the walls, it's in my eyes, I shouldn't even mention it, yet do you see it.

Quello che amo mi ha detto che ha bisogno di me Per questo ho cura di me stessa guardo dove cammino e temo che ogni goccia di pioggia mi possa uccidere

Quella che amo mi ha detto che ha bisogno di me. Per questo guardo dove cammino e temo che ogni goccia di pioggia mi possa uccidere.

I left him and went up on deck to look out at the slithering city, its glitter of street lamps fizzy under the rain. There's something wrong about a ship in dock, something pathetic, like a bird fluttering in a spill of oil. The Nova was tethered to her berth by ropes and chains, caught in a pool of greasy water. I could feel her shifting under my feet, tugging to be free.

The soul's hand has an eye. *Carved on a rain-worn stone.* Welling-in-the-Mountains.

Where do the winds go? What does the rain know? Where is the egg when the bird has flown? Where does the moon sleep? What makes the sea deep? Where is the soul when the breast is bone? What makes the mouth sing? What loves listening? Where is the tune when the song is done? Where is our joined heart, when at last our hands part And we have returned to be sea, to be sun?

And the rain came on like a monsoon, because it was one.

Wouldn't it be nice if there weree a planet where the sound of rain falling is like Bach?" he says. "Yes, Planet Bach," I respond. He smiles -"Yes", he murmurs- picturing it, hearing it.

I watch his face as he speaks. He looks so peaceful and happy … on a planet where the sound of rain falling is like Bach…

Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.

Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.'

Well, I learned to cook. At my age, she told him. What's next? Art therapy? Anyway, I've had quite a time of it this summer, and who knows what eases down on any road. Come, Rain. A quick goodbye, and off you go. Goodbye, said Rain to the Lion, and then to the woman. Not to them, said Glinda, To me. She turned eyes that were saucerly upon Glinda. Mum?

Chovia bastante naquela manhã. A luz tinha um tom acinzentado e musguento devido às nuvens baixas. Teve de admitir que a menina não era um cadáver. Estava viva. Talvez tivesse nascido gelada, mas agora estava viva. Ainda suja com o sangue do nascimento e o início aguado das suas fezes, Liir levou-a até à porta e ergue-a para a chuva. Lavada, revelou-se verde.

Aún estaba embadurnada con la sangre del parto y los comienzos acuosos de sus heces de lactante. La llevó a la puerta y la puso bajo la lluvia tibia. Cuando estuvo limpia, vio que era verde.

As the first hard drops of rain fell, the Witch caught sight, not of the girl's face, but of the shoes. Her sister's shoes. They sparkled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood, and thorny stars.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Love, she believed, had to come, suddenly, with a great clap of thunder and a lightning flash, a tempest from heaven that falls upon your life, like a devastation, scatters your ideals like leaves and hurls your very soul into the abyss. Little did she know that up on the roof of the house, the rain will form a pool if the gutters are blocked, and there she would have stayed feeling safe inside, until one day she suddenly discovered the crack right down the wall.

All day, after two days and nights of rain, water had been rising in the dykes and now it was creeping rapidly up the five stone arches of the bridge where the she stood watching the wide rainy valley up which the tongue of river finally lost itself in a gray country of winter elms.

the phantom of the burning house faded, I found myself screaming and struggling madly in the arms of two men, one of whom was the spy who had followed me to the tomb. Rain was pouring down in torrents, and upon the southern horizon were flashes of the lightning that had so lately passed over our heads. My

Sometimes when earth's gods are homesick they visit in the still night the peaks where once they dwelt, and weep softly as they try to play in the olden way on remembered slopes. Men have felt the tears of the gods on white-capped Thurai, though they have thought it rain; and have heard the sighs of the gods in the plaintive dawn-winds...

Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.

I love the ending of a movie where two people end up together. Preferably if there's rain and an airport or running or a confession of love.

Streets flooded. Please advise.

The people of Seattle deny they get much rain while the rest of the country thinks of it as America's bladder.