Quotes About Rain

The dampness and the rain are hastening the destruction of these and many other manuscripts," Haidara told me. "They should be returned to Timbuktu as quickly as possible," The drier air in Timbuktu acted as a kind of safeguard against fungal rot, though the arid climate of his hometown was also deleterious over time, causing unprotected pages to grow brittle and fall apart. " We have begun to see... mold, mildew, and fungus on paper and also on leather bindings.

En ese rato ha llovido y ha escampado. Un olor fragante entra por la rendija, aliviando la tristeza. O cambiándola de sitio. Con cierto humilde consuelo: el que cuando ya nada subsista del pasado que ahora es nuestro presente, los olores perdurarán aún, cargando nuestro recuerdo.

Pero la calle Mallorca conservaba todavía el olor de las lluvias recientes, o el olor que la lluvia había sacado de los árboles

El que no ha visto como yo en un anochecer lluvioso de invierno una de esas ciudades perdidas de la llanura, cuando las primeras luces vacilantes comienzan a encenderse, y todo lo visible se iguala enterrado bajo la doble capa de la noche y de la intemperie, quizás cree haberla experimentado alguna vez, pero no conoce de verdad la tristeza

la lluvia crecía cuando parecía morir, se alimentaba de sí misma para volver a subir, era un fuego de agua al que el viento manoseaba.

Emily's world fascinates and disturbs: in it you can touch thick Yorkshire speech, and moorland rain slants across your mind with a smell of mossy limestone and yet you are not at home, you might almost be in Gondal or Angria except the towers and the dungeons are of the spirit, the dungeons especially; and sometimes when Emily reads out in her low, almost guttural voice Charlotte wants to run but can't think why or where she would run to.

I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish.

You're in a rather odd mood today." I'm soaking wet, Eloise." No need to snap at me about it, I didn't force you to walk across town in the rain." It wasn't raining when I left,". There was something about a sibling that brought out the eight-year-old in a body. I'm sure the sky was gray," Clearly, she had a bit of the eight-year-old in her as well.

She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn't had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he'd never thought to feel again.

But it does feed a strange longing to touch a dew-dampened lawn, or feel a cool mist on one's face, or even to remember the joy of a perfect day after a week of rain.

the first splats of raindrops began to dance against his face.

Outside the drizzling rain had begun again. It pattered around the house, and on the roofs and eaves, like a million, tiny, stealthy feet: softly, as though the night were teeming with a host of minute, dark beings.

became clear to me that beauty has nothing to do with fashion, that love can conquer anything, sex is art, and let's see . . . hope springs eternal. I love the rain.

Although I don't ever think I'll get enough mangoes in my life, eating one in the hot rain is one of the more perfect divine interventions. Mangoes will make you forget anything but mangoes.

The rain is freedom; it has always been like that in L.A. It's freedom from smog and unbroken dreary hateful sameness, it's freedom to look out the window and think of London and little violets and Paris and cobblestones. It's freedom to be cozy. Cozy! You can be cozy and not even have to go to San Francisco.

Winter is icumen in,Lhude sing Goddamm,Raineth drop and staineth slop,And how the wind doth ramm!Sing: Goddamm.

Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, tis why I am, Goddamm. So 'gainst the winter's balm Sing Goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm Sing Goddamm, sing Goddamm, DAMM.

thus the light rains, then pours, the liquid and rushing crystal beneath the knees of the gods.

So much barren regret! So many hours wasted! And now I watch, from the window, the rain, the wandering buses.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.

Gelmek istemiyor gece.. Ne sen gelebiliyorsun o yüzden Ne de ben gidebiliyorum. Ama ben gideceÄŸim. Akrepten bir güneÅŸ ÅŸaka??m? yese de... Ama sen geleceksin. Dilin tuzlu yaÄŸmurlarca yak?lm?? olsa da...

El corazón Que tenía en la escuela Donde estuvo pintada La cartilla primera ¿Está en ti Noche negra Frío frío Como el agua Del río. El primer beso Que supo a beso y fue Para mis labios niños Como la lluvia fresca ¿Está en ti Noche negra

LA lluvia tiene un vago secreto de ternura, Algo de soñolencia resignada y amable. Una música humilde se despierta con ella Que hace vibrar el alma dormida del paisaje.

A rain shower was rehearsing. A few experimental droplets filled the silence.