Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness’s song.
—Sanober Khan
At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the...
—Anthony Liccione
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…
—Virginia Alison
If wishes were held on the skin and swiped by raindrops, then emotions were freeloading off the cells that made up their space. The only offering these cells ever entertained was truth, painful and raw.
—Amy Guth
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...
—Dan Brown
Little girl, little boyIf love has a wayFill their fields with laughterAnd scatter the sun on their dayAnd if it should happen to rainMake their raindrops kissesStraight from heaven aboveThat touch their hands and facesAnd...
—Laura Miller
I’m Tiny And My Reach Is Limited. I Can Give YOU Only What I Have And Surely When I Give, I Don’t Keep Anything For Me. To YOU, It’s Nothing Probably As YOU’ve Got Everything....
—Muhammad Imran
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)
—Munia Khan
When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust
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.
—Jodi Picoult
Rain is a lullaby heard through a thick, isolating blanket of clouds. It is the tinkling harp of water droplets; a moist breath whistling through willow reeds; a pattering beat background to the mourner’s melody....
—Richelle E.
Perfection”Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.Every star-thistle has a thorn.Every flower has a blemish.Every wave washes back upon itself.Every ocean embraces a storm.Every raindrop falls with precision.Every slithering snail leaves its silver...
—R.H. Peat
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