Quotes About Rain

A promise is a cloud; fulfillment is rain.

I like people who smile when it's raining.

Fog is rain that whispers.

When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles!

The rain dwindled and stopped. The car windows were speckled with moisture, already evaporating in the heat. Soon enough, the sidewalks would be scorched clean, the sky clear, the clouds burned away into wisps.

It was a messy, whipping, every-which-direction, cold drops in warm air, big-splattered summer rain.

Rain utters poetry in drops, splats, and puddles.

It's better to go out and dance in the rain than to stay inside under a leaky roof.

Hail is just angry rain.

The rain cools the air, calms the soul and replenishes life.

dancing in the rain at nature's cloudy party

Many things happen rain or shine, but rainbows are so special they happen rain AND shine!

...after-storm birds singing the color into rainbows...

It proved a wet, ungenial summer," the future Mary Shelley wrote, "and incessant rain often confined us for days to the house." To entertain themselves, they wrote ghost stories. Mary Shelley's would become Frankenstein.

after centuries of observation scientists are still not exactly sure why the Amazon—unlike other forests, where leaves turn brown during the dry season—grows green and lush when the rain stops or how this reversed pattern of photosynthesis contributes to the broader seasonal distribution of water throughout the region.

The irony is that you can't use real rain to make movies.

But in late March in the Pacific Northwest, a cease-fire on precipitation only meant the clouds were taking a coffee break.

it's raining womens voices as if they were dead even in memory

S'en est allée l'amante Au village voisin malgré la pluie Sans son amant s'en est allée l'amante Pour danser avec un autre que lui Les femmes mentent mentent

Il pleut mon âme il pleut mais il pleut des yeux morts

Ploua, ploua vesnic.

The raindrops were tears too. The whole world was crying.

What had brought him to this outpost of hell? Ferreira wondered while following Garces into the rain: fate or his own decisions?

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.