Quotes About Rain

The waves, the girl in the rain, and that awful, blood-begotten stom. Blood and love and loss.

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.

Shall we compare our hearts to a garden — with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds, swooping birds and sunshine, rain — and most importantly, seeds.

Clouds open up into rain, You too should release your pain.

Heart, it doesn't matter. We were only sleeping to let the poem know where to find us. Now let it rain. Let the avalanche of hours we've spent apart have their say. Only they have the power to make these words bear my heartprint as they fall outside the dream. — Tess Gallagher, from "Because the Dream Is My Tenderest Arm," Midnight Lantern: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2011)

on an autumn day of showery fitful sunshine, fine rain floating in the gleams like dust motes, clouds liquid with light, thick cobwebs in the hedge glittering with raindrops.

But tomorrow my rain, so I'll follow the sun

As rain breaks through an ill-thatched house, passion breaks through an unreflecting mind.

Oh you gotta fire and it's burnin' in the rain. Thought that it went out, but it's burnin' just the same. And you don't look back, not for anything. 'Cause love someone, love them all the same. If you LOVE someone, love them all the same.

Only an idiot would bring an important letter out in the rain.

If, however, we understand by the firmament that part of the air in which the clouds are collected, then the waters above the firmament must rather be the vapors resolved from the waters which are raised above a part of the atmosphere, and from which the rain falls.

We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind -- and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.

Rain falls on the just and the unjust alike.

I took her outside on to a little roof terrace that looked like it never got the sun at nay time of the day r year, but there was a picnic table and a grill out there anyway. Those little grills are everywhere in England, right? To me they've come to represent the trumph of hope over circumstance, seeing as all you can do is peer at them out the window through the pissing rain.

Everyone knows what a penny dropped form the top of the Empire State Building can do. So if it started to rain pennies, millions of pennies, and these tiny bronze disks were streaking to the earth, catching the sunlight, the bronze rain would explode into the pavement and leave craters and you would run for cover. And there you would be, hiding under some overhand with everyone else who has run for cover, pressed in against the other bodies taking shelter. If it started raining money.

Marghe learned of linn cloud, the waterfall cloud in multilayers which brought very heavy rain; of n'gus, queen daggerhorn sky—stately and slow-moving like the beasts of the forest; of pilwe sky, soft, white undulating cloud that could hide the sun for a whole moon.

once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and called its cousins and brothers and a web of snow engulfed me then i reached to love them all and i squeezed them and they became a spring rain and i stood perfectly still and was a flower Winter Poem

the rain was a fine thing. She often preferred it to the warm slant of sun and the clear brilliance of cloudless blue skies. The rain was a soft gray curtain, tucking her away from the world.

It's only thunder. It just startled me, she said, her eyes on his. I'm not afraid of storms.' Let's see. Still, he moved slowly, taking his time as much to prolong this new moment as to gauge her reaction. He laid his hands on her hips as the rain beat and splashed, sliding them up her body, smooth and easy as he lowered his head, paused-one long breath-then fit his mouth to hers.

Still, he moved slowly, taking his time as much to prolong this moment as to gauge her reaction. He laid his hands on her hips as the rain beat and splashed, sliding them up her body, smooth and sexy as he lowered his head, paused - one long breath - then fit his mouth to hers. This, he thought as the took her face in his hands. Just this, so worth the wait. Soft, sweet, a yielding tremor, and her arms came up to wrap around his waist, to draw him into her.

What the hell do we do now?" she shot at Keegan. "Get out of the fecking rain, to start.

That's fine then, as I need to call Roibeard in and get on to work." He got his jacket from the peg, and a cap while dishes clattered. "I do love her," he said as the words felt so fine, "I love her absolutely." "Ah, Connor, you great git, so you always have." He went out into the rain thinking his sister was right. So he always had.

He smelled of rain and leather, of green grass and rich earth. Of Talamh, she realized. He smelled of magick.

BECAUSE IT CONTINUED TO RAIN, CONNOR SAT IN BRANNA'S workshop, drinking his second beer and brooding at the fire. When Fin walked in, he scowled. "You'd be wise to feck off. I'm not fit company.