Boy, it began to rain like a bastard. In buckets, I swear to God. All the parents and mothers and everybody went over and stood right under the roof of the carrousel, so they wouldn’t get soaked to the skin or anything, but I stuck around on the bench for quite a while. I got...

And sometimes you realize the value of the rain by knowing how unreliable and vanishing the rainbow is.

You know, we queens loathed rain at the beach, small cocks, and reality, I think. In that order.

Who am I that I have to sing under an umbrella? These people are my fans, and if they can stand in the rain to hear me sing, I can stand in the rain.

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

Does God think that, because it is raining, I am not going to destroy the world? – Lope de Aguirre after going mad in the Amazon

The party was dry, she was wet, and the sky was in the middle (cloudy, but no rain). Love was in the air, and that’s why I brought an umbrella.

Crying in the rain. No one sees your tears and your pain gets washed away.

Is there a gun that shoots rain? Oh yeah, water guns. How technologically advanced we are!

Kalau suatu saat kau mencium bau hujan, itu artinya, aku sedang memikirkanmu…”—Lee Jung Woo

When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it’s the gloom—the cold, dark air—that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.

We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds

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

Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.

Misery is a routine you can learn to live with. It’s like rain. Once you’re soaked to the skin, you can’t get any wetter.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

One of the last episodes was all about a flood. We were working in the rain till all hours, and it was muddy and it was cold and it was damp, and it was hours under the hoses. That was not pleasant. That was not pleasant.

I had a dream about you. The blue sky matched the blue in your eyes, though you had a few more clouds in your irises. When you got sad, you didn’t cry—you rained, and that’s why I approached you to try to sell you a nose umbrella, something that I had just invented.

Can’t you see that it’s just raining?There ain’t no need to go outside.

Tears dont show in rain but you feel them

Cómo si se pudiera elegir en el amor. Cómo si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio… Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto

Well you know what they say. It’s always raining somewhere.

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 don’t just wish you rain, Beloved – I wish you the beauty of storms…

And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.

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...

You should not see the desert simply as some faraway place of little rain. There are many forms of thirst.

When the rain is on my lipsAnd I shiver from the coldThinking about lifeIts ups and downsAnd being a melancholicI take a noteOf the nature’s crying its tearsMaking the day seem gray And unexcited But how much life the rain bringsTo what is hidden beneath the surfaceSo whenever I cry And the cold of people’s...

If eyes are windows to the soul, then tears are heavens rain.

I had gotten so used to the taste of rain that I forgot what the sun tasted like. Bittersweet.

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

Future is one of the wildest experiences that you will ever have.

I wish I had eyes that changed colors from blue to gray, and then after I cried, to all the colors of the rainbow, because then I’d just sit in front of the mirror writing poems that alternated between extremely sad poems, to poems about light refraction and blinking promises.

APPROACHRain is falling. Winter approaches. I drive towards it. In the slow rain. In the semi-darkness. Cello music is playing in the car. The deep sad sound of the cello. It almost swamps me. Routine endeavours to swamp me. The everyday paying of bills.But I paint men walking in a city of icebergs and crystal....

Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.

Don’t normal people run in the rain? Even abnormal people, most of them anyway, the only people I can think of who walk in the rain are tree buffers, bag ladies, and total psychos.

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.

Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.

Rain drops are not synchronized yet they create that sound worth listening to.

The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn’t that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the...

If I were running the world I would have it rain only between 2 and 5 a.m. Anyone who was out then ought to get wet.

Irremediablemente, él nota el regusto de melancolía. De pronto los recuerdos acuden atropellándose: palabras breves como gemidos deslizándose por una piel desnuda, escorzo de líneas largas y suaves reflejadas sobre un espejo que multiplicaba el gris de afuera, en el contraluz plomizo de una ventana que, como un cuadro francés de primeros de siglo, enmarcaba...

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!

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

I mop my floor with a wet cloud. My love tissues are full of eye rain. Dinner will be served at breakfast.

Welcome to Dinnerville, where it’s always breakfast. When love is in the air, you can tell it’s about to rain.

People think that by living on some mountainside in a tent and being frozen to death by freezing rain, they’re somehow discovering reality, but of course that’s just another fiction dreamed up by a TV producer.