Quotes About Rain

Betty ran to the door in time to see a handsome young man dashing through the rain toward the house beside her daughter, both of them in pants embroidered with sea creatures - blue whales on his yellow pants, pink lobsters on her ill-fitting brick red pants - and matching pastel green cotton sweaters. When did Miranda buy such odd clothes? She imagined the two of them spotting eachother somewhere, kindred spirits, and starting up a conversation about their shared hobby of Extreme Wasp Attire.

Como todas las grandes pestes, también esta ínfima peste mía terminaba con una lluvia. Junto con el agua que manaba de mi pelo y me surcaba las mejillas, el mal se desprendía de mí, partía. Pero con él, todo resto de orgullo; con él, tal vez, la juventud.

El invierno del trópico es época primaveral. Lo que se planta, crece aceleradamente. Las semillas excitadas por el repique de la lluvia constante sobre la tierra se ablandan y germinan bebiendo de las correntadas los nutrientes de la vegetación que el viento del verano depositó en la superficie y tornó en abono. Managua es una ciudad que se inunda en el invierno".

Así como esta lluvia, me desbordo en palabras para contarte todos mis quehaceres, para meterte en todos los rincones de mi día, en todos los aleros de mis horas

Llueve copiosamente sobre mi cara y sólo pienso en tu lejano amor mientras cobijo con todas mis fuerzas, la esperanza.

Unceasing calling upon the name of God cures one not only of passions, but also of actions; and as a medicine affects a sick man without his comprehension, similarly the invocation of the name of God destroys passions in a manner beyond our comprehension." —St. Barsanuphius the Great "The more rain falls on the earth, the softer it makes it; similarly, Christ's holy name gladdens the earth of our heart the more we call upon it.

The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?

The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising sun. Only the juvenile, the mad, and the newly in love noticed. The rest of the city got its head down and ploughed tearily into another day of neurosis.

The weather wouldn't settle down. It would rain cats and dogs, then stop, then drip awhile, then stop while it made up its mind what to do next.

Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place.

Saturday the sun returned to a sky scrubbed flawlessly blue by the rain. It would take Phoenix at least a day to dirty up the air again.

A three-inch rain in Phoenix means three inches between drops.

What do you call it when it rains chickens and ducks? Fowl weather.

Our wants are many, our farthings few; And oft we sleep in the rain and dew! Our evening meal is a turnip stew; In spite of all we're a jolly crew!

The colors on the river faded, the rain began, and the river began to rise. It was apparent that the sun would soon give up the tremendous struggle it cost her to get to Paris for a few hours every day.

Lord, when you send the rain think about it, please, a little? Do not get carried away by the sound of falling water, the marvelous light on the falling water. I am beneath that water. It falls with great force and the light Blinds me to the light.

It's vast to be alive," he said happily. "I can almost hear the rain waiting to be born.

...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...

It is the roof that fights the rain, but the builder who gets all the glory.

Rain touching our hand becomes a little bit salty! Man touching wisdom becomes a little bit wiser! More touches take more from the touched!

...you don't need a calling to minister love...

The mornings along the coast where the fog and mist meet with the salty spray of the seas is one of my favourite smells. I love the smell in the evergreen forest just after it rains - The Redwood Forest in California has the coast, too, so you have the best of everything!

After three days men grow weary, of a wench, a guest, and weather rainy.

Don't you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour - but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands - and who knows what to do with it?