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...

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

When this flood blocks the road I am worried more by my soil getting washed, than by getting late to reach my destination.

Where does one run to escape from feelings?

You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud, too. That’s part of it.

Loving you is like walking between rain drops.

I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a circle there with my thumb, smoothing the water in her skin....

> it’s raining.< what is?

Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.

We were running all over the front lawn and under the rainspouts, barefooted, in our underpants, with the rain pelting down, straight cold gray rain of Delta summers, wonderful rain. -Mexico

They looked so familiar that for a moment Claude feared he had doubled back to Mrs. Merritt’s city, until a sudden wave of water blinded his wipers and drove him along with everyone else to...

My car rides smooth like I’m driving a cloud. If I park it at your house, I may get rainwater on your living room carpet.

Rain is a nudist’s shower, and I want a bathtub the size of a lake. Then we could make love like your parents did that one time, nine months before your birth.

Being all alone is like the feeling you get when you stand at the mouth of a large river on a rainy evening and watch the water flow into the sea. Have you ever done...

He looked like the sort of person who would tell you that he did not have an umbrella to lend you when he actually had several and simply wanted to see you get soaked.

My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you….(From the poem “Only For You” By Munia Khan)

Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I’m not the only...

There’s even an aircraft sensor system that sends down hundreds of thousands of pulses of light measured at different return rates. It allows you to literally strip away vegetation and see entire cities beneath the...

Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds, and showers painted diamond waterfalls that sluiced down cliff sides.

Rain is appealing. I can just stand out there letting the rain beat upon my back.

The rain fell like dead bullets.

Let it all go to waste…For what I long for, I’m bound to resign!Bittersweet is, like the taste of wine,This Love’s captivating taste.Let my heart be tormented by wonderIt will never manage to attain.On my...

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

Valentine WeatherKiss me with rain on your eyelashes,come on, let us sway together,under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

Be the Rain.I am the rain.The mountain may spit fire at the sky. . . Still the rain will fall.The mountain may quake at the world. . . Still the rain will fall.The mountain will...

Learn to dance in the storm so when life hands you a stormy weather, you just glide through it

Don’t wish,”said Rain, “don’t start. Wishing only…

But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn’t any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and...

I need grit and struggle and Los Angeles is terribly nice, but people, once they get there, cease to be real. Constant and repetitive fulfillment is not good for the human spirit. We all need...

She inhaled again. ‘You made it rain,’ she said softly, delighted. ‘Everyone needs a respite from the sun.

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

No rain but thunder, and the sound of giants.

Shelter in the Rain

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business.Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk?He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see...

watching porn is like seeing the clouds in the dessert and expecting rain☺

The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.

And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest musicleaving tears on the glass,which is what music does to memost of the timebut silence too. and rain.

When I was young, I thought it is thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in the high school, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice...

A gun that shoots out rainclouds is a delayed water gun. I need to just pull the trigger and tell her I love her, but I’ll wait until her umbrella is open and her bathtub...

It’s hard to think of the divide where I grew up as a watershed. The creeks are dry most of the year, rainfall is undependable at best, and folks in one river system are always...

Every time it rains, the soil counts every drop to know exactly how many times to thank to God!

You’re my rain, Eric. You’ve been keeping me safe before I even knew you.

Don’t let the rain drive you to the wrong shelter; the shade can turn out to be your protector and also your destroyer, and sometimes the rain is the perfect protector from the rain.

How could I let a love go — one I’d been holding onto for so long — one that felt like home? It’s not easy to let go of the pieces, even though they’re the...

Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?

I walk in the sprinkling rain like a lion. Pretty soon there won’t be lions anymore. If I have to die to be a lion I’ll die. I’m roaring, but in the language of rain...

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

What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks’ rain; where the sun is never far...

The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.