The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.

Instead,she’s as stillas a leaf-littered pond,dark water evaporating,waiting desperately for rain.

If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricaine

I wanted to say something to make her pain go away and make everything better. But, I realized that there was no answer. Bad things happen to good people. Rain always falls on the people...

His sadness was almost palpable, like moisture in the air before it rains. Although this was Manchester, it was probably about to rain anyway.

Some people hate the rain, other appreciate it for the blooming flowers.

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.

I commonly went ashore every day, either upon business, or to recreate myself in the fields, which were very pleasant, and the more for a shower of rain now and then, that ushers in the...

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness’s song.

It comes back all at once: a woman on a beach, a tree, a wind that calms, a rain that cleanses, but does not wet.

My point is that this Potter business has legs. It will run and run, and we must be utterly mad, as a country, to leave it to the Americans to make money from a great...

Rain didn’t make things messy. People did that all on their own.

The rain hit the windows like rice; the fire roared hollowly; the autumn afternoon discoloured into darkness.

Outside the drizzling rain had begun again. It pattered around the house, and on the roofs and eaves, like a million, tiny, stealthy feet: softly, as though the night were teeming with a host of...

You can’t be living always in the promise of the clouds; it must rain now. Leave the talking and live by walking… It will yield an indelible impact!

I keep trying to explain to people that the archetype of intelligence is not Dustin Hoffman in ‘The Rain Man;’ it is a human being, period. It is squishy things that explode in a vacuum,...

With the interconnectedness of it all, the world is more fluid than ever. I blame it on the rain. Milli Vanilli was ahead of their time.

What is rain? It is thousands of drop-friends coming from the sky!

It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find yourself in a world of worms. They were as numerous here in the...

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 prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone – perhaps I’m a Troll…

Sometimes the clouds weren’t weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn’t mean it wasn’t scary, or that I wasn’t still afraid, but now I knew that as...

I love the smell of rain and growing things.

… millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

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

Hujan itu, tiap bulirnya membawa jatuh kenangan lama.dinginnya, menghadirkan kembali bayangmu yang tak terengkuh.aromanya, membangkitkan segala cerita yang telah runtuh.

What the mud had been doing with itself, or where it came from, who could say? But it seemed to collect in a moment, as a crowd will, and in five minutes to have splashed...

Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does. -The Brown Cape

I’m as much a lover as a cumulous cloud is a beard of God. My mustache can’t make rain the way I make love.

If there’s a 50% chance of rain, I guess it means it’ll be half sunny. Relationships are similar, with my love being sunny and your love being cloudy.

mengumpat dan memuja hujan.. Apapun caramu!!

I drove around in a Volkswagen Rabbit I shared with one of my roommates, and it didn’t have a roof. It doesn’t rain much in L.A., but when it did, it was utterly miserable.

If I were standing right beside her, I probably would have heard her heart breaking. It would have sounded like the cracking of a wooden bat connecting with a baseball. No, that was too clean...

But that’s the thing, how you feel about the place that’s home. About its sky, its air, its smell, the color of the light, the way the rain falls (or doesn’t), whether it hot or...

At night I dream that you and I are two plantsthat grew together, roots entwined,and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,since we are made of earth and rain.

Though a lifetime of listening to the music of the world has passed, even now the tone of the rain on the roof of my home is the sweetest sound I have ever heard.

The air was warm and heavy as sprinkles began to fall from the clouds high above. The Triton glided through the waters and the whoosh of the ship combined with the steady beat of the...

It is raining at the top of my roof and I’am inside my blanket in this chilling night with an open window, missing my love and listning the rain singing a lullaby to me.

A cantor, when he starts singing, it’s like rain – once it starts, it’s hard to stop.

Watching, watching, watching.

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...

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,...

That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn.

Suddenly this defeat.This rain.The blues gone grayAnd the browns gone grayAnd yellowA terrible amber.In the cold streetsYour warm body.In whatever roomYour warm body.Among all the peopleYour absenceThe people who are alwaysNot you.I have been easy...

My name is Mr. Raingold. But please, call me Money Showers.

Sitting on the porch alone, listening to them fixing supper, he felt again the indignation he had felt before, the sense of loss and the aloneness, the utter defenselessness that was each man’s lot, sealed...

Then there was a fine noise of rushing water from the crown of an oak at his back, as if a spigot there had been turned. Then the noise of fountains came from the crowns...

Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person’s...

Oceans are vast and almost bottomless. You dance in the rain Elizabeth. You drown in the sea.