Quotes About Rain

It has been a wet day. The wind blew, the rain came down, and the mist was everywhere so that one could not see through it. Eh bien, what is it like now? The mists have rolled away, the sky is clear and up above the stars shine. That is like life, Madame.

As though in a dream Edward opened the door, and she sprang lightly in beside him. Her furs swept his check, and an elusive scent, like that of violets after rain, assailed his nostrils.

Sopló el viento, llovió a cántaros y la niebla lo envolvió todo. Y bien, ¿qué pasa ahora? La niebla se ha dispersado, el cielo esta claro y allá arriba brillan las estrellas. Es como la vida misma, madame.

I spent much of the war flat on the ground, listening. Among other things, I learned to listen to the birds. They are remarkable harbingers, not only of imminent rain, but also of bad people and wild beasts.

How brave a ladybug must be! Each drop of rain is big as she. Can you imagine what you'd do, If raindrops fell as big as you?

There are a whole lot of things whose names I do not know and I'd like to tell you about them in the sky your hair solemnly draws away kinds of rain one no longer sees nuts Saint Elmo's fire sun lames whispered nights cathedrals too which are the carcasses of large gnawed horses spat by the sea from far away but still worshiped by people a whole lot of forgotten things a whole lot of dreamed things

Summer-induced stupidity. That was the diagnosis, I decided as I made my way up the dirt path in the pouring rain.

ORDINARILY, children are supposed to spend their childhood like saplings sheltered in a greenhouse. Even if on occasion some wind or rain of the real world slips in through the cracks, a child is not supposed to be weatherbeaten in earnest by the sleet and snow.

The global environment crisis is, as we say in Tennessee, real as rain, and I cannot stand the thought of leaving my children with a degraded earth and a diminished future.

The global environmental crisis is, as we say in Tennessee, real as rain, and I cannot stand the thought of leaving my children with a degraded earth and a diminished future.

Misery is a routine you can learn to live with. It's like rain. Once you're soaked to the skin, you can't get any wetter.

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

It has been raining here for ten years.I keep an accurate record of time and can state this with no fear of contradiction.

We love the sight of the brown and ruddy earth; it is the color of life, while a snow-covered plain is the face of death. Yet snow is but the mask of the life-giving rain; it, too, is the friend of man, the tender, sculpturesque, immaculate, warming, fertilizing snow.

John had no desire to move but to just be. The rain seemed to do more than water the earth tonight. It seemed to water him.

At least today you've got your shade." "It's raining." He said it like it was my fault, like I'd done something to make it rain. Oh, to have such power. I'd turn him into a toad. "Exactly, so there's no sun, which is what you were complaining about the other day." "I like the sun." "I thought you wanted shade." "You have to have sun to have shade." Okay. This was going nowhere.

The rain came down in buckets." [I know, I know, but I was only 13.]

Chiar dac? deÈ™ertul doreÈ™te ploaia ca s? se împrosp?teze ,deÈ™ertul are nevoie de soare pentru a È™ti c? este un deÈ™ert.

rain a fall, breeze a blow. bend down low let me tell you what I know!- trench town days with ras cardo and the brethren and sistrens including- bob marley, peter tosh, cherry junior, and others.

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes. - Rain

What the hell, it always rains in sad love stories. And in happy ones too. Must be a reason, though perhaps not necessarily metaphysical.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning.

It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark little clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.