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.

Rain makes the night — and us — smaller, softer, more forthright.

I woke to the sound of rain.

sometimes i don’t know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring…that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over...

There is always a storm. There is always rain. Some experience it. Some live through it. And others are made from it.

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don’t think so; I think it is just...

I ate a rainbow in a bowl, because it’s better than eating rain soup. Food and water aren’t supposed to be one and the same.

You can dance in the storm. Don’t wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start,...

Some of my pleasantest hours were during the long rain-storms in the spring or fall, which confined me to the house for the afternoon as well as the forenoon, soothed by their ceaseless roar and...

I make love in the rain, alone, under an umbrella, because people in phone booths cannot be trusted. I hang my clothes up like I hang up a phone—long distance.

A pure drop of rain may fall on a beautiful water lily or on a dirty mud pond! This is exactly what happens when we are born!

Barish ho gayi, meri Gari dhul gayi

German is a much more precise language than English. Americans throw the word love around for everything: I love my wife! I love all my friends! I love rock music! I love the rain! I...

…I looked in the window, wanting to stay – it rained, yet I remained…because you were so lovely…

Once the rain starts falling it’s hard to tell it to stop…

Dark clouds not only bring thunderstorm, They also bring rain.

Was I prone to sadness and melancholy? How could anyone like that? It wasn’t that I wanted it; it was that I was so used to hard rains, I couldn’t help expecting a cloudburst every...

> 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...