Quotes About Rain

All clichés aside, sometimes a girl just needed to cry in the rain.

Pluviophile -I remember how we began –you smiling, me falling, like the rain.

The formation of our beliefs is fraught with superstitions—even today (I might say, especially today). Just as one day some primitive tribesman scratched his nose, saw rain falling, and developed an elaborate method of scratching his nose to bring on the much-needed rain, we link economic prosperity to some rate cut by the Federal Reserve Board, or the success of a company with the appointment of the new president "at the helm.

The wet sidewalks gleam with a broad sheet of red light. The raindrops glitter as if the sky were pouring down rubies. The spouts gush with fire. Methinks the scene is an emblem of the deceptive glare which mortals throw around their footsteps in the moral world, thus bedazzling themselves till they forget the impenetrable obscurity that hems them in, and that can be dispelled only by radiance from above.

Because rain is the closest thing I have to tears.

Outside the rain finally began to fall, surging in fits and starts. "I love the way it rains here," he told her. "It reminds me that some forces of nature can never be entirely subdued. They are eternal, which is a far better thing to be than immortal.

And each time I witness a cruel act by a corrupt scythe, I seed the clouds somewhere in the world, and bring a lamentation of rain. Because rain is the closest thing I have to tears. —The Thunderhead

Rumors are like rain through an old roof. The effort of finding the source is greater than the cost of a new roof.

I seed the clouds somewhere in the world, and bring a lamentation of rain. Because rain is the closest thing I have to tears.

I love the way it rains here," he told her. "It reminds me that some forces of nature can never be entirely subdued. They are eternal, which is a far better thing to be than immortal.

I love the way it rains here, he told her. It reminds me that some forces of nature can never be entirely subdued. They are eternal, which is a far better thing to be than immortal.

people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

Days like this, like your day today. maybe the rain on the window trying to get through to you. What do you see today? what is it? where are you? the best days are sometimes the first, sometimes the middle and even sometimes the last

New Year's Eve always terrifies me life knows nothing of years. now the horns have stopped and the firecrackers and the thunder… it's all over in five minutes… all I hear is the rain on the palm leaves, and I think, I will never understand men, but I have lived it through.

my garden in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain is flowers blooming all the time.

I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die

nothing in the air but clouds. nothing in the air but rain. each man's life too short to find meaning and all the books almost a waste. I sit and listen to them singing I sit and listen to them.

We went up the Harbor freeway north and then we cut onto the San Diego freeway north. I hated the San Diego freeway. It always jammed. Then I noticed a slight rain beginning to fall. That's it, I said, it's beginning to rain. All the cars were going to stop. California drivers didn't know how to drive in the rain.

it's always when a man's swollen with love and everything else that it keeps raining splattering flooding rain good for the trees and the grass and the air… good for things that live alone. — Charles Bukowski, from "Prayer in Bad Weather," Love Is a Dog from Hell: Poems, 1974-1977 . (Ecco; Ecco edition May 31, 2002) Originally published 1977.

in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain is flowers blooming all the time.

Well, the rain stopped but the pain was still there