Quotes About Rain

April is the crudest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.

Adversity is like the period of the rain ... cold, comfortless, unfriendly to man and to animal; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.

I've got a tip." "Me, too. Let a smile be your umbrella and you're gonna get your dumb ass wet.

Only if it were raining thumbtacks and hairpins, you letch.

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.

beautiful insane in the rain

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the rain? Who is there in the rain's million-needled blurring splash, listening to the grave music of the rain at night, September rain, September rain, so dark and soft? Who is there listening to steady level roaring rain all around, brooding and listening and waiting, in the rain-washed, rain-twinkled dark of night?

When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter? And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.

and rain will fall on our eaves.

Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain...

It starts raining harder, I've got a long way to go walking and pushing that sore leg right along in the gathering rain, no chance no intention whatever of hailing a cab, the whiskey and the Morphine have made me unruffled by the sickness of the poison in my heart.

Not only was there no traffic but the rain came down in buckets and I had no shelter. I had to run under some pines to take cover; this did no good; I began crying and swearing and socking myself on the head for being such a damn fool.

Snap your finger stop the world - rain falls harder

Maybe that's a haiku, maybe not, it might be a little too complicated, said Japhy. A real haiku's gotta be as simple as porridge and yet make you see the real thing, like the greatest haiku of them all probably is the one that goes 'The sparrow hops along the veranda, with wet feet.' By Shiki. You see the wet footprints like a vision in your mind and yet in those few words you also see all the rain that's been falling that day and almost smell the wet pine needles. (The Dharma Bums, Chap. 8)

and all things tied together all over like rain connecting everybody the world over by chain touch.

There's something about two people coming together in the rain that is the ultimate expression of love in the minds of most audiences, I guess.

There was a week where I was depressed with the rain, and people were telling me to get a light box. But I live on the 14th floor of an apartment complex, and I see the Broadway Bridge and Mount Hood, and it keeps me such company. And like true Oregonians, I don't carry an umbrella anymore.

Never bring an umbrella to the country - wear a tweed cap.

They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!

They say this war is a cloud over the land! But they make the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, 'Shit, it's raining!

Before the war, she'd never have gone out in the rain and happily stood in it. Now, it was a reminder that she was alive...

Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

I love you because all the loves in the world are like different rivers flowing into the same lake where they meet and are transformed into a single love that becomes rain and blesses the earth.