Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It’s very easy to enjoy yourself.

If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch,Could I join two hearts as well?

Physical Education”Make sense…

Or I would be the rain itself, wreathing over the island, mingling in the quiet of moist places, filling its pores with its saturated breaths. And I would be the wind, whispering through the tangled woods, running airy fingers over the island’s face, tingling in the chill of concealed places, sighing secrets in the dawn....

From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those…soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.

Although it was only six o’clock, the night was already dark. The fog, made thicker by its proximity to the Seine, blurred every detail with its ragged veils, punctured at various distances by the reddish glow of lanterns and bars of light escaping from illuminated windows. The road was soaked with rain and glittered under...

I am not anti rain,I am anti gravity.

There is very hard bonding between Tears and Rain, often both falls together in Happiness and in Pain” -Samar Sudha

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it’s just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and...

At that instant a dazzling claw of lightning streaked down the length of the sky. The hedge and the distant trees seemed to leap forward in the brilliance of the flash. Immediately upon it came the thunder: a high, tearing noise, as though some huge thing were being ripped to pieces close above, which deepened...

Spanish rain,A maiden’s dress,Apothecary pillsAnd ancient thrills;Melancholy killsA girl’s caress.(—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)

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.

The philosophy of the rain is very simple: No obstacle is obstacle when you are strongly determined!

Rain slips through your fingers as easily as words blow away in the wind, and yet it has the power to destroy your whole world.

Although it wasn’t raining anymore, the air was still heavy with water, and rain gutters were ringing all over Point Breeze.

I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I’ve refused to vanquish.

Pour on me the tears of the heavensKiss my cheeks with crystal rain Wash away my blemishes and jittersTeach me how to dance in the rain Listen closely and you may hearA sweet fading melody with each drop of rain Pour on me solace and euphoria Take my hand and dance with me.

The rain is falling all around,It falls on field and tree,It rains on the umbrellas here,And on the ships at sea.

I’ve got to stop looking at you, like you light my world. You’re the dark cloud which brings the rain. You’re the hurricane which destroys my peace. You are not the sun. I am my own light.

…I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness – now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? …

still other winters average their rain months into a long, cold season of relentless sog and little color. At such times, looking out through the spattered glass, I feel, deep in some spongy, unignorable organ, that we will have floods, and damage, and losses; we will have gray till the cows come home, and there...

Ariette IIIIl pleure dans mon coeurComme il pleut sur la ville ;Quelle est cette langueurQui pénètre mon coeur ?Ô bruit doux de la pluiePar terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s’ennuie,Ô le chant de la pluie !Il pleure sans raisonDans ce coeur qui s’écoeure.Quoi ! nulle trahison ?Ce deuil est sans...

When the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you’re doing pretty alright in life.

Life is just learning to dance in the rain – enjoy every drop and enjoy every pain!

I used to sit in front of my father’s Jag, watching the raindrops run their kamikaze suicide missions from one edge of the windshield to the wiper blade.

I miss it if I’m not in it for any length of time; I don’t feel comfortable. I want trees and I want frequent rain.

We stepped carefully, so softly, over thorny plants. The dust had turned to mud, splattering our shoes, socks, and legs. By the time we reached the boat, our clothes were clinging to our flesh and stained with the bloody remains of mosquitoes.

I like the rain; it brings your fragrance everywhere and the nature smells your aroma.

As sure as the driven rain, the sun will shine again!

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Barish ho gayi, meri Gari dhul gayi

A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don’t think so; I think it is just going to go on and on, coming down, until the whole world…etc. It has that look.

Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.

Not even a thousand tears can wash away the feelings I still have for you.

Though ‘Fire and Rain’ is very personal, for other people it resonates as a sort of commonly held experience… And that’s what happens with me. I write things for personal reasons, and then in some cases it… can be a shared experience.

He cursed himself for having assumed the weather would be sunny. Perhaps it was the result of evolution, he thought–some adaptive gene that allowed the English to go on making blithe outdoor plans in the face of almost certain rain.

It was raining, so I handed her a spoon. If God had wanted man to stay dry, He wouldn’t have invented soup.

Shortly afterwards it started raining, very innocently at first, but the sky was packed tight with cloud and gradually the drops grew bigger and heavier, until it was autumn’s dismal rain that was falling—rain that seemed to fill the entire world with its leaden beat, rain suggestive in its dreariness of everlasting waterfalls between the...

If you listen to the rain long enough, you’ll eventually soak up the wisdom.

Every year, when we finished Gatsby, I read the last page aloud. Also, every year, I wept… I almost looked forward to it. Crying once a year is probably necessary… it was involuntary, almost external, like being rained on, a nourishment, and it made me glad that I could feel that deeply, or had once.

I ate a rainbow in a bowl, because it’s better than eating rain soup. Food and water aren’t supposed to be one and the same.

When you go,if you go,And I should want to die,there’s nothing I’d be saved bymore than the timeyou fell asleep in my armsin a trust so gentleI let the darkening roomdrink up the evening, tillrest, or the new rainlightly roused you awake.I asked if you heard the rain in your dreamand half dreaming still you...

I stood under the umbrella for hours before I folded it up and started walking. Umbrellas can block the sun, shield the rain, and if you flip an open one over, it can also be used as a large coffee cup.

When rain comes down, the chance of rainbows goes up. Likewise, when my coffee goes down, I wake up. Hopefully I wake up in your bed.

Rain amplifies your mistakes, and water on the track can make your car handle unpredictably. When something unpredictable happens you have to react to it; if you’re reacting at speed, you’re reacting too late. And so you should be afraid.

Individuals who have learned to endure and persevere through the storms of hardships are those who can dance in the rain during a storm.

Rained gently last night, just enough to wash the town clean, and then today a clean crisp fat spring day, the air redolent, the kind of green minty succulent air you’d bottle if you could and snort greedily on bleak, wet January evenings when the streetlights hzzzt on at four in the afternoon and all...

Walls have ears.Doors have eyes.Trees have voices.Beasts tell lies.Beware the rain.Beware the snow.Beware the manYou think you know.-Songs of Sapphique