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...

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...

Rain is also very difficult to film, particularly in Ireland because it’s quite fine, so fine that the Irish don’t even acknowledge that it exists.

Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing.” ~ Sam (Hilary Duff), A Cinderella Story

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...

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...

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...

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...

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....

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.

The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature’s labor pains…beautiful.

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.

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...

When it rains like that, dark in the afternoon, you feel like you’ve been taken into the past.

There’s a theme that appears in much of your work,” I say to Maurice on my last visit to Connecticut, “and I can only hint at it because it’s difficult to formulate or describe. It...

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad saint, hating Satan’s pissing on the roof.

My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window

As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you’d think I’d grow accustomed to the gloom.

The rain is falling ever harder and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I’m drenched but I can’t move.

I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,and when you will be gone,just like every one else,I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the...

I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying

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.

Under the bridge, traffic above us and coats around us, hearts thudding with the steady perfection of this moment, I thought of every word I had never before dared to think about him.Future. Hope.And love,...

Complains are like the clouds that give no rain no matter how thick they gather.

There are moments when I think it will never end, that it will last indefinitely. It’s like the rain. Here the rain, like everything else, suggests permanence and eternity. I say to myself: it’s raining...

Rain is disagreeable, but snow is as much part of the mountain as are sunshine and clear skies.

The Sun after the rain is much beautiful than the Sun before the rain!

Time falls on us, like rain, it falls like rain until we drown in it, and sometimes, it’s like the drains overflow, and time just – pools up, it seeps, it gathers in the corners.

there is a poemcolor on her lips a soft touch by naturethrust by RAIN

…with you, I find peace from pain – You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain…

Although I still have a long way to go, I would like to become the pride of Asia. When another Asian artist enters the U.S. market, I would like him to think, ‘There was an...

The rain thundered down so heavily that Pritam could imagine that space itself was made of water and was pouring through rents in the sky’s tired fabric.

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...

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.

Nature is where the reality happens.

I didn’t go to the water park because it was raining, and I didn’t want to get wet.

When the rain stops falling, the pain comes fooling.

At five-thirty the rain began to fall in great, heavy drops which bounced off the pavement before they spread out into black spots. At the same time thunder rumbled from the direction of Charenton and...