Quotes About Rain

Sólo recuerdo que llovió todo el día y toda la noche, y que cuando le pregunté a mi padre si el cielo lloraba le faltó la voz para responderme.

Cuando llovía con fuerza, sentía que el tiempo se detenía. Era como una tregua en la cual uno podía dejar de hacer cualquier cosa que le ocupase en aquel momento y sencillamente acercarse a contemplar el espectáculo de aquella infinita cortina de lágrimas del cielo desde una ventana, durante horas.

Despi-a á luz de uma vela.Tirei-lhe os sapatos,impregnados de água empoçada,o vestido ensopado e as meias rasgadas.Enxuguei-lhe o corpo e o cabelo com uma toalha lavada.Ainda tremia de frio quando a deitei na cama e me estendi ao seu lado,abraçando-a para a aquecer.Ficámos assim durante muito tempo,em silêncio,a ouvir a chuva.Lentamente senti que o corpo amornava sob as minhas mãos e a respiração começava a tornar-se profunda.

You know…" he says to Nemesis' corpse. "Mr. T never did like the rain. The cold winds, the gray skies. Too depressing. But rainbows…" He squints his eyes at the rainbow. "Mr. T likes rainbows.

When they reached the theater, Mr. Tankard greeted them grouchily. The rain's stopped just in time. Full house tonight, kids. Do you know what evil eyes I've gotten trying to save four seats on the front row for you? Where in the world have you been? The four of them coughed and stuttered and mumbled at him. Oh, tell me later, he said exasperatedly.

and if it rains this week, you might ought to practice running between the raindrops." "Why would I do that?" Nick asked. "So that you can be really good at dodging bullets. Bye now." Harry ended the call.

HURRY, Nancy!" Hannah Gruen called anxiously. The Drews' housekeeper held the front door open as jagged lightning cut the sky. Nancy raced madly toward the door, her reddish-blond hair flying in the wind. "Made it!" she gasped, laughing, as great drops of rain pelted the driveway.

Instead of blue skies and sunshine, there are grey clouds and endless rain that seeps into your bones, your soul.

Thunder rumbled overhead, the first drops of the promised storm finally falling.

This afternoon it rains as never before; and I don't feel like staying alive, heart. This afternoon is pleasant. Why shouldn't it be? It is wearing grace and pain; it is dressed like a woman.

Oh, if I could paint this, I thought. Ribbono Shel Olom, if I could paint this world, this clean world of rain and patterns on glass, and trees on my street, and people beneath the trees. I would even paint and draw pain and suffering if I could paint and draw the other, too. I would paint the rain as tears and I would paint the rain as waters of purification. What do they want from me? Ribbono Shel Olom, it's Your gift. Why don't You show them it's Your gift?

Oh, she'll be so impressed," Pam was saying, sounding as pleased as I did when someone brought me some fresh produce from his garden. "How very thoughtful." She stepped aside so I could appreciate my presents. Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea. My great-uncle Dermot and Bellenos were standing in the dripping rain, each holding a severed head. Let me just say

Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.

And if you hear a frog jump into the pond with a flounce like a stone thrown in, be sure you run and tell me, because it is a sign of rain.

The cow and horse tracks in the road were full of water, the rain having been enough to charge them, but not enough to wash them away. Across these minute pools the reflected stars flitted in a quick transit as she passed; she would not have known they were shining overhead if she had not seen them there—the vastest things of the universe imaged in objects so mean.

A Thunderstorm In Town She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom's dry recess, Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless We sat on, snug and warm. Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain, And the glass that had screened our forms before Flew up, and out she sprang to her door: I should have kissed her if the rain Had lasted a minute more.

Hastily flinging her cloak around her she opened the door and followed, putting out the candles as if she were never coming back. The rain was over and the night was now clear.

The rain stretched obliquely through the dull atmosphere in liquid spines, unbroken in continuity between their beginnings in the clouds and their points in him.

The rain still continued, the candlelight falling upon the nearest drops and making glistening darts of them as they descended across the throng of invisible ones behind. To plunge into that medium was to plunge into water slightly diluted with air.

He gets back to the Casino just as big globular raindrops, thick as honey, begin to splat into giant asterisks on the pavement, inviting him to look down at the bottom of the text of the day, where footnotes will explain all. He isn't about to look. Nobody ever said a day has to be juggled into any kind of sense at day's end. He just runs. Rain grows in wet crescendo. His footfalls send up fine flowers of water, hanging a second behind his flight.

Roger and Jessica leave the doctor at a side entrance, into which he melts, leaving nothing but rain dripping from slopes and serifs of an unreadable legend on the lintel.

The weather offered a variety of aspects fit for talk, and the subject when broached was leapt on with almost hysterical enthusiasm, that each guest might express and relieve himself before the subject was left lifeless and limp, on the extremes of temperature, of humidity, rain, snow, sleet, the velocity of the wind

A wet night. They are going home together under an umbrella. They stop on the door to press their wet cheeks together.

It is not surprising that industry leaders may look to a certain kind of religion for answers—not in the sense of praying for rain (although speaker Sonny Perdue, the secretary of agriculture, has done that, too) but in the sense of working with religious nationalists to elevate the policies and politicians that work to their benefit.