She lay outside in the courtyard, staring up at the raindrops… feeling them hit her body… trying to guess where one would land next. The nuns called again, threatening that pneumonia might make an insufferably...

I always keep the weather in my pocket, so no matter where I go, I always have something to talk about. Sudden thunderstorms embarrass me.

I fish for rain, but I only ever seem to catch snow.

I wear my job like a robe. I can’t wait to take it off. I vacation like a nudist showers—in the rain, under an umbrella, with five judges watching and awarding style points.

The worst gig story I have is from a club in Alabama that I think is still up and running, so I won’t name the name of the club. We got hired in there to...

What an ambiance, and such a pity I’m alone: Candles giving off their glow, gusts of wind and the light tapping of rain on the windowpane – a massage for the mind. And a comforting...

When people try to rain on your parade,…pee on theirs

Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It’s fine, it’s not, it’s suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl...

No sane person resists the smell of the soil when sprinkled with water,Especially the smell of the intercourse between earth and rain.

A poor old Widow in her weedsSowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;Not too shallow, and not too deep,And down came April — drip — drip — drip.Up shone May, like gold, and soonGreen as an...

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those…soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

Worry does not keep it from raining tomorrow, but it does keep it from being sunny today.

I looked up, it was the first drop of rain.Tearing through the clouds, screaming as it did.For all this effort, it had to head towards the drain,So I looked up and caught it in my...

sleeping in the rain helps me forget things like I am going todie and you are going to die and the cats are going to diebut it’s still good to stretch out and know you...

Trying to remember old dreams. A voice. Who came in.And meanwhile the rain, all day, all evening,quiet steady sound. Before it grew too darkwatched the blue iris leaning under the rain,the flame of the poppies...

He cursed himself for having assumed the weather would be sunny. Perhaps it was the result of evolution, he thought–some adaptive gene that allowed the English to go on making blithe outdoor plans in the...

God gave the seed, but he wants the fruits back. Pick the seeds up. Plant the best ones. He promised the rain. It will be a bumper harvest!

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.

Singing in the rain. I’m singing in the rain. And it’s such a fucking glorious feeling.

Those who love the rain much cannot long remain dry!

Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new...

that rainy day – one died.one took birth.

… only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane…

Human beings say, “It never rains but it pours.” This is not very apt, for it frequently does rain without pouring. The rabbits’ proverb is better expressed. They say, “One cloud feels lonely”: and indeed...

Please stop shaking your rain water in my direction. What next? Are you going to come over here, cock your leg and urinate upon my person?

The rain of Madre de Dios is similar to that of the Amazon, but there is a petrifying aspect to it, as if it seeks to wound rather than to nurture.

It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.

Yıldızlar kıyamet gibiydi kaldırımlarda Çünkü biraz evvel yağmur yağmıştı Adam bulut gibiydi, hatırladıAdamın ayaklarının altındaYıldızların yıldız olduğu vardı Adam yıldızlara basa basa yürüdü Çünkü biraz önce yağmur yağmıştı…

Walls have ears.Doors have eyes.Trees have voices.Beasts tell lies.Beware the rain.Beware the snow.Beware the manYou think you know.-Songs of Sapphique

It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one’s heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing. A damp, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river....

No struggle, no success! The strongest thunder strikes often bring the heaviest rainfall! The weight of your fulfillment depends on how wide you cast your nets!

I make love like a leprechaun, and I cuddle like a rainbow—after a shower.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

As an angler and a gardener, I cherish each drop of rain that falls.

The rain begins with a single drop.

I don’t know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish “Am...

I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I’ve refused to vanquish.

Ariette IIIIl pleure dans mon coeurComme il pleut sur la ville ;Quelle est cette langueurQui pénètre mon coeur ?Ô bruit doux de la pluiePar terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s’ennuie,Ô...

I’ll affect you slowlyas if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants.It won’t rain.

We both disliked rude rickshwalas, shepu bhaji in any form, group photographs at weddings, lizards, tea that has gone cold, the habit of taking newspaper to the toilet, kissing a boy who’d just smoked a...

The rain to the wind said,You push and I’ll pelt.’They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged–though not dead.I know how the flowers felt.

Halfway home, the sky goes from dark gray to almost black and a loud thunder snap accompanies the first few raindrops that fall. Heavy, warm, big drops, they drench me in seconds, like an overturned...

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

Shortly afterwards it started raining, very innocently at first, but the sky was packed tight with cloud and gradually the drops grew bigger and heavier, until it was autumn’s dismal rain that was falling—rain that...

Love is like a summer rainstorm in winter. Where I’m from that’s called romance. Where you’re from that may be called snow.

I always carry a spoon in my pocket. You know, just in case it rains.

Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.

Poetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

I wish that life could be carefree, sunny, never cloudy- But you said that I would be in Your arms when things get crazy- so when the storm doesn’t go away- I have decided to...