Where does one run to escape from feelings?

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.

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....

Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the way memory bombs still, tea-colored minds.

It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with...

Roy: “Looks like it’s starting to rain”Riza: “But..It’s not raining…”Roy: “Yes it is. This is the rain.

An optimist sees rainbows when there is rain.

You can’t rain on my parade. It’s an umbrella parade.

Let it rain to You and drips on me, together we will get wet

Jun was a calm lake; Tomo was a waterfall. And I was the water, swept every which way, unable to shape myself into what I wanted.

The sky in Seattle is so low, it felt like God had lowered a silk parachute over us. Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky. Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggle cloud wisps;...

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?

Half asleep and half awake, I became lost in a deep span of my version of a perfect world. A place I wanted so desperately to reach, but would never find except from within the...

It started to rain. Fat, heavy drops of summer rain – the kind that always struck her as vaguely lewd and debauched. Little potbellied drunkards, those summer raindrops, chortling on their way to earth and...

I remember when I was a little girl, I played with water and went running in the rain. Ah! precious childhood moments.

It is not in the house,” lied Bulbuk. It rains…Bulbuk is walking wet in the yard, for the neighbour to see that the umbrella is not at home. But the neighbour is not watching. He...

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...

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.

Ithink that theworld should be full of cats and full of rain, that’s all, justcats andrain, rain and cats, very nice, goodnight.

The sky’s inclemency stirs up the angry winds;the watery clouds are soaking with ceaseless rain.The turbulent Vltava, swollen with rainy waves,Bursting, impetuous, breaks through its river banks.

True leaders are like statues, whether it rains or it shines, they never bend their necks to look backwards! They never run away from challenges!

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

When a hurricane thrashes the mid-Atlantic, my hilly town often reaps the fringe of the storm. The rain starts blowing sideways, and sometimes we see hail the size of purie marbles.

How Beautiful is the rain!After the dust and heat,In the broad and fiery street,In the narrow lane,How beautiful is the rain!How it clatters along the roofs,Like the tramp of hoofs!How it gushes and struggles outFrom...

A beautiful rain is a treasure box. Inside this magical box there is an artistic umbrella, there is a pretty rainbow, there is a sweet bird singing and there is a lovely smell of earth!...

They’ve never known a time when people drank rain water because it was pure, or could eat snow, or swim in any river or brook. The last time I drove to Washington the traffic was...

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.

…I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk…

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 return of the rain, beating out time on London’s rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens...

Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun…Life is strange and wondrous…

It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos. It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country’s main export. It had rain mines.

I know your eyes in the morning sunI feel you touch me in the pouring rainAnd the moment that you wander far from meI wanna feel you in my arms again

During the night a fine, delicate summer rain had washed the plains, leaving the morning sky crisp and clean. The sun shone warm—soon to bake the earth dry. It cast a purple haze across the...

Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.

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

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

And in the background of Early’s story was her voice. Her soul. Her sadness and longing. Because when it’s raining, it’s always Billie Holiday. p. 81

An upside down umbrella is a soup bowl. The next time it’s raining dinner, I’ll be there, and I’ll bring an extra spoon for you.

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

Ah! Thou gifest me such hope and courage, and I haf nothing to gif back but a full heart and these empty hands,” cried the Professor, quite overcome.Jo never, never would learn to be proper,...

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

Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.

Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.

The book was not new. Dates were stamped on the front endpaper, in and out dates. A rent book. A lending library of elaborate smut.I rewrapped the book and locked it up behind the seat....

She was back in western Washington state, where rain was so prevalent that a day of sunshine was the lead story on the local news.