Rain Quotes by Diana Vreeland, Bob Riley, Behdad Sami, David Letterman, John McCrae, Isabella Rossellini and many others.
I think when you’re young you should be a lot with yourself and your sufferings. Then one day you get out where the sun shines and the rain rains and the snow snows and it all comes together.
God looked down on this country because this country was founded on the rock and that rock was our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And when the storms came and the rains came, the rock, it did not move. But over the last 15 or 20 years, something began to erode.
I enjoy raining on parades and throwing stones in glass homes.
Tomorrow is our final show. That is unless it rains, and then there will be a rain delay. We’ll probably make it up in a doubleheader around Labor Day.
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain
Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street
Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street
I don’t think a Hollywood actor is safe from acting in the rain: it all depends on the film.
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener.
The truth is that the man I am was born in those moments, as I stood near the flood sticks with my face lifted to the chrismal rain. Shantaram. The better man that, slowly, and much too late, I began to be.
Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn’t automatically hide from the rain.
Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.
Bring down Mike Mann and we can bring down the IPCC, they reckoned. It is a classic technique for the deniers’ movement, I have discovered, and I don’t mean only those who reject the idea of global warming but those who insist that smoking doesn’t cause cancer or that industrial pollution isn’t linked to acid rain.
Man sheds grief as his skin sheds rain.
I’ve seen fire, and I’ve seen rain. I’ve also had to scramble over tundra to get to the Super Bowl and seen baseball turf fields that could fry a fielder’s soles.
The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can’t be found.
I been studyin’ the rain and I’m ‘on drive my blues away.
AIDS is the revenge of the rain forest.
I love Manchester. It’s a super-cool city and its famous rain is part of the charm.
I like the cold; I don’t have problem with cold, and I don’t have problem with rain either, as long as people are smiling. You know, early in my career, I used to wonder about this fan frenzy, but now I realize that there is genuine love, respect and affection, which makes me very proud to be an actor.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.
When my soul steps to exit this frame, I will be reincarnated as rain.
The climate of our culture is changing. Under these new rains, new suns, small things grow great, and what was great grows small; whole species disappear and are replaced.
Water is the formless potential out of which creation emerged. It is the ocean of unconsciousness enveloping the islands of consciousness. Water bathes us at birth and again at death, and in between it washes away sin. It is by turns the elixir of life or the renewing rain or the devastating flood.
Gonna rain like a cow pissin’ on a flat rock” [drugstore clerk to detective Virgil Flowers] Dark of the Moon, p.7
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods
When it’s not always raining there’ll be days like this. When there’s no one complaining there’ll be days like this. When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch. Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this.
But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I just can’t sleep Outside the rain is pourin’, I’m lonely as can be Maybe 2night’ll be different than the nights before I need 2 feel someone beside me, I can’t be alone no more
When it rains manna from heaven, some people put up an umbrella. Others reach for a big spoon.
I remember the first vinyl I bought: ‘Purple Rain,’ my favorite Prince album, ever.
Our tears are what happens when it rains deep inside our hearts and we cannot hold the rain any longer.
For every runner who tours the world running marathons, there are thousands who run to hear leaves and listen to rain and look to the day when it all is suddenly as easy as a bird in flight.
My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes
There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death?
From the world of passions returning to the world of passions:
There is a moment’s pause.
If it rains, let it rain, if the wind blows, let it blow.
There is a moment’s pause.
If it rains, let it rain, if the wind blows, let it blow.
There will be plenty of blame to go around but if you take credit for the sunshine, you also get blamed for the rain.
When a client is driven to the utmost extremity, it is warmth and food and ease from pain he wants. Peace and justice come afterward. Rain symbolizes mercy and sunlight charity, but rain and sunlight are better than mercy and charity. Otherwise they would degrade the things they symbolize.
Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.
Home in bed listening to the rain getting ready to order a pizza. Sounds like a song til the last part.
Dawn came and matters were worse for it. Because now, emerging from the darkness, I could see, what before I had only felt, the great curtains of rain crashing down on me from towering heights and the waves that threw a path over me and trod me underfoot one after another.
Jis Din Tum’ is such a beautiful song to hear. When I came to know that we were going to shoot it in the rain, it was so exciting!
Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That’s my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.
The best thing about rain forests is they never suffer from drought.
The crisis of our diminishing water resources is just as severe (if less obviously immediate) as any wartime crisis we have ever faced. Our survival is just as much at stake as it was at the time of Pearl Harbor, or the Argonne, or Gettysburg, or Saratoga.
A paradigm shift, where, in addition to, physical inputs for farming, a focused emphasis placed on knowledge inputs, can be a promising way forward. This knowledge based approach will bring immense returns particularly in Rainfed and Dryland farming areas.
Any party which takes credit for the rain must not be surprised if its opponents blame it for the drought.
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
‘Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
And sweet the little breeze of melody
The blackbord puffs upon the budding tree,
While the wild poppy lights upon the lea
And blazes ‘mid the corn.
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
‘Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
And sweet the little breeze of melody
The blackbord puffs upon the budding tree,
While the wild poppy lights upon the lea
And blazes ‘mid the corn.
I’m an armchair kind of guy, especially when it’s raining, which it always is and always will be.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
I find, even though it’s raining, I just go outside. I look outside and I’m just so blessed to see it and to experience it, because for such a long time I was just indoors.
What I fell in love with as a child was ‘My Fair Lady,’ ‘Funny Face,’ ‘American in Paris,’ and ‘Singin’ in the Rain.’ Just perfect movies to me and I was dancing. I started ballet when I was three. And I fell in love with those movies and fell in love with Audrey Hepburn and Leslie Caron.
Although farming of any sort was almost as impossible in the plains as in the dry regions of winter rains farther west, the abundance of buffaloes made life much easier in many respects.
When my master and I were walking in the rain, he would say, ‘Do not walk so fast, the rain is everywhere.’
Salzburg… is a mountain town with a rushing river running right through the center, everything in the rain various shades of green and brown.
Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business
We often hear of bad weather, but in reality no weather is bad. It is all delightful, though in different ways. Some weather may be bad for farmers or crops, but for man all kinds are good. Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating.
Deep at the bottom of the well no warmth has yet returned,
The rain which sighs and feels so cold has dampened withered roots.
What sort of man at such a time would come to visit the teacher?
As this is not a time for flowers, I find I’ve come alone.
The rain which sighs and feels so cold has dampened withered roots.
What sort of man at such a time would come to visit the teacher?
As this is not a time for flowers, I find I’ve come alone.
Baby names are a big debate in my family. Like true Colombian and Puerto Rican families, everybody and their mother is putting their two cents in – everything from Jose to Francisco to Victorio to Rain has been suggested.
A lot of fun stuff happens when you go out on a bike compared to when you’re in a car. You’re more in the environment. It’s enjoyable. Even when It’s raining It’s still fun.
There is a certain amount of pornography that exists throughout Purple Rain, but the appeal is obvious. You can really pick that picture apart and see where “A” fits into “B” and so on. It was very wisely done.
Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken’d flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass
Mr. President, when it rains it pours, but most Americans hold their own umbrellas
People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain.
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.
Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing.” ~ Sam (Hilary Duff), A Cinderella Story
One thing I love about being back is English rain. Looking out of the window now, it’s raining, and the sky is dark; I love it. To me, those are reassuringly English things. I love it when it rains.
I believe in running through the rain and crashing into the person you love and having your lips bleed on each other.
Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas.
There’s a 30% chance that it’s already raining.
Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain,
Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune
That death smote silent when he smote again.
Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune
That death smote silent when he smote again.
It can’t rain all the time.
If rain is God crying, I think God is drunk and his girlfriend just slept with Zeus.
When did Noah build the boat? – Before the rain.
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
If I were a Brazilian without land or money or the means to feed my children, I would be burning the rain forest too.
I love the rain and everything about the monsoons!
Hope. It’s like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It’s a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it’s the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
With the rain, falls the wisdom of heaven.
It is not raining to me,
It’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on distant hills.
It’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on distant hills.
The holy father John Paul II made a profound impact wherever he went. And, of course, his trip to Boston was one of the earliest ones. But I must say every time that I met the holy father and mentioned Boston, he would immediately say, rain. So, it made quite an impact on him, too.
The rain of matter upon sense
Destroys me momently. The score:
There comes what will come.
Destroys me momently. The score:
There comes what will come.
Merciful Father, I will not complain. I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.
I miss Brighton enormously, enormously. There is so much I miss, including rain. I miss the verdant countryside.
The earth is soaked and soggy with rain. Everything is drinking its fill and the surplus gluts the drains. The sky is full of it and lies low over the earth, heavy and dense. Even the sea is wetter than usual!
The same rain that drowns the rat will grow the hay.
Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain.
Donald O’Connor was in the film [ ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ ] as well, and he was only 27 years old. So we were closer in age, and had more fun together on the set. Gene was more my teacher and mentor.
I was thinking I would miss the rain. I wonder if you can experience the rain in Heaven, if God will let you dip your wings down… But my biggest expectation now is just to live. I will not go gently into that goodnight.
For me, it’s about making art that’s not good but phenomenal. James Baldwin didn’t want to just stay above the fray. Prince didn’t think, ‘I wonder what the industry is gonna think about ‘Purple Rain.” It’s just, is this honest? Is this real? Does this move me? The rest is icing.
In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned when it is put into pictures.
The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.
I can remember before ‘Rain Man,’ I just couldn’t get in on anything, any features. After that and it winning the Oscar – the next year, I co-starred in six movies.
No matter what calamities befall him in everyday life, the true hacker still needs the pressure and inconvenience of four hours of trudging in wind or rain or sleet or sun (or all of them at once), hacking at a white pellet that seems to have a mind of its own and a lousy sense of direction.
If it is raining out, do not walk fast, because it is raining everywhere.
I’m from Cleveland. I like thunderstorms; I like a little rain in my life.
Human knowledge has been changing from the word go and people in certain respects behave more rationally than they did when they didn’t have it. They spend less time doing rain dances and more time seeding clouds.
We’re better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it’ll rain on auntie’s garden party three Sundays from now.
The rain came down upon my head – Unshelter’d. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day.
At this moment, you are seamlessly flowing with the cosmos. There is no difference between your breathing and the breathing of the rain forest, between your bloodstream and the world’s rivers, between your bones and the chalk cliffs of Dover.
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle – broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man, I surely would … … but I’m a man of thirty – of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism – I’m born again.
The whole town looks as if it had been left out in the rain too long and by mistake.
Other lands became a larder full of all the good things All we had to do was go and take Blood the colour of the rain that grew our wicked harvest Black the colour icing on our cake
When it’s raining gold, reach for a bucket, not a thimble.
If man doesn’t learn to treat the oceans and the rain forest with respect, man will become extinct.
From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
Rain harvesting should be made mandatory and should be made more systematic to ensure that every drop of rain is preserved.
If I decide to leave Bayern Munich, it will be for a Spanish club. I have to think about what my family wants as well and my wife would be delighted to move to Spain. She doesn’t like all the rain and snow and is reluctant to go to England.
The wise leader speaks rarely and briefly. After all, no other natural outpouring goes on and on. It rains and then it stops. It thunders and then it stops.
It ain’t the rain, the snow, the boss, the competition, the spouse, the money, the car, the job, or the kids – it’s you! And it always has been.
My breasts can always tell when its gonna rain
The rain on my chest is a baptism – I’m born again.
Rain amplifies your mistakes, and water on the track can make your car handle unpredictably. When something unpredictable happens you have to react to it; if you’re reacting at speed, you’re reacting too late. And so you should be afraid.
The genus Drosophila is one of the great success stories. There’s hundreds of species within the genus. They’re on every continent except Antarctica, they’re in tropical rain forests, they’re in deserts, they’ve evolved many exotic mating behaviors, and they’re capable of incredibly long-distance flights.
Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.
You know, it’s no accident that the great painters came from areas like Europe where there is a lot of clouds and rain, which begets color and subtle washes of tone. Most great graphic artists come from areas with prevalent sun, where line and shadow are paramount.
How come it rains every Hall of Fame weekend? They need to move it to a different weekend.
rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground
I find that whenever I am in power, or my father was in power, somehow good things happen. The economy picks up, we have good rains, water comes, people have crops. I think the reason this happens is that we want to give love and we receive love.
In little pockets of conversation, old men were telling stories of ancient floods. Women were talking of about how much rain there’d been in other towns — Paragould, Lepanto, and Manila.
By the grace of the spiritual master the cloud of the mercy of the Personality of Godhead is brought in, and then only, when the rains of Krishna consciousness fall, can the fire of material existence be extinguished.
At first I thought I was fighting to save rubber trees, then I thought I was fighting to save the Amazon rain forest. Now I realize I am fighting for humanity
It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.
You know it’s funny, when it rains it pours they got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor.
Despite the rain, it’s still raining here at Old Trafford.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the РЎrown. It may be frail – its roof may shake – the wind may blow through it – the storm may enter – the rain may enter – but the King of England cannot enter.
I never played inside as a kid – even in the rain I’d go out.
I will tell you where there is power: where the dew lies upon the hills, and the rain has moistened the roots of the various plant; where the sunshine pours steadily; where the brook runs babbling along, there is a beneficent power.
I stared out the window the whole way, because it was raining, which is how I like the city best. It looks like it’s been polished up. All the streets shine and lights from everywhere reflect off the black. It’s like the whole place has been dipped in sugar syrup. Like the city is some kind of big candy apple.
Water is the one substance from which the earth can conceal nothing; it sucks out its innermost secrets and brings them to our very lips.
I’m still waiting for that passionate kiss in the rain.
Everything that we inherit, the rain, the skies, the speech, and anybody who works in the English language in Ireland knows that there’s the dead ghost of Gaelic in the language we use and listen to and that those things will reflect our Irish identity.
Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead. I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face. It was almost like he was there.
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that ‘s gone;
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Sorrow calls no time that ‘s gone;
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Even the eternal skies weep, I thought; is there any shame then, that mortal man should spend himself in tears?
Any moron with a pack of matches can start a fire. Raining down sulfur takes a huge level of endurance. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.
come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain
Eratosthenes declares that it is no longer necessary to inquire as to the cause of the overflow of the Nile, since we know definitely that men have come to the sources of the Nile and have observed the rains there.
When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.
… the world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can–the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn’t even flicker.
I want to be understood by my country, but if I fail to be understood – what then?, I shall pass through my native land to one side, like a shower of slanting rain.
Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer.
The rains would end, and when they did, Ian and I would be together, partners in the truest sense. This was a promise and an obligation I had never had in all my lives. Thinking of it made me feel joyful and anxious and shy and desperately impatient all at the same time—made me feel human.
I’m watching the Weather Channel more than I’ve ever watched it. I’m scared to death it’s going to rain.
As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall, The more the hail beats, and the more the rains fall.
The advantage of the rain is that, if you have a quick bike, there’s no advantage.
…I watch her so much that I forget it’s raining at all.
I want to love you simply, in words not spoken: tinder to the flame which transforms it to ash
I want to love you simply, in signs not expressed: clouds to the rain which make them evanescent (Aku Ingin-I Want)
I want to love you simply, in signs not expressed: clouds to the rain which make them evanescent (Aku Ingin-I Want)
If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live
The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!
The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.
If you want to get wet, go out to where it is raining; If you want to be a saint, find one and hang out with him.
Rain knows the earth and loves it well, for rain is the passion of the earth.
Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old.
The strongest oak of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It’s the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.
Theres a lot to be said for bands who fight to be relevant. But CONVINCING people you’re relevant? Thats like telling people its not raining when they’re soaking wet.
And it’s a hard, It’s a hard, It’s a hard, It’s a hard, It’s a hard rain gonna fall.
When the price of oil goes up, the entire Texas economy takes a deep breath. Millionaires blossom like rain lilies. News races through the countryside that the money train is pulling into the station. Hop on board!
Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
…and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him – Clare
I like to walk in rain, so that nobody can see my tears.
It always seems to be raining harder than it really is when you look at the weather through the window.
Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
Let there be sunshine, let there be rain, let the broken hearted love again.
To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.
All rejection and negation indicates a deficiency in fertility: fundamentally, if only we were good plowland we would allow nothing to go unused, and in every thing, event, and person we would welcome manure, rain, or sunshine.
Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine. Jiggling your knees blankeyed in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.
If you want the rainbow, then you must have the rain.
Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.
Like fire and rain, (fire and rain) you can dirve me insane But i cant stay mad at you for anything, Were venus and mars, (venus and mars) were like diffrents stars, but your the harmony to every song i sing, And i wouldnt change a thing.
Worrying is stupid. it’s like walking around with an umbrella waiting for it to rain.
But I miss screamin’ and fightin’
And kissin’ in the rain
And it’s two a.m. and I’m cursin’ your name
You’re so in love that you act insane
And that’s the way I loved you.
And kissin’ in the rain
And it’s two a.m. and I’m cursin’ your name
You’re so in love that you act insane
And that’s the way I loved you.
Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall. We must away ere the break of day. Far over wood and mountain tall.
My mom used to tell me when I was little, ‘When it rains, it’s God’s manifestation – a big day’s waiting to happen.’
Whenever someone dies, a part of the universe dies too. Everything a person felt, experience and saw dies with them, like tears in the rain.
Do you think it will rain? Milo: But I thought you were the Weather Man? No, I’m the Whether man, for it is more important to know whether there will be weather, whether than what the weather will be.
I slumbered spring’s morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind and rain came. Who knows how many petals had fallen?
Life isn’t finding shelter in the storm. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
A little rain will fill The lily’s cup which hardly moistens the field.
When I went for my medical school interview, I had an old paperback of ‘Henderson the Rain King’ in the pocket of my coat. I was wearing the best clothes I had – a pair of cords and a sport coat – but when I got to the office, all the other interviewees were lined up in their black suits.
As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there’s dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning where others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical.
Of course we’re still having the concert. Don’t let a little rain ruin your night.
As the Arabs say, “The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.
The desert floras shame us with their cheerful adaptations to the seasonal limitations. Their whole duty is to flower and fruit, and they do it hardly, or with tropical luxuriance, as the rain admits. … One hopes the land may breed like qualities in her human offspring, not tritely to ‘try,’ but to do.
Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.
I’m fairy godmothering a girl who sounds like something you put up in the rain.
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.
The river moves from land to water to land, in and out of organisms, reminding us what native peoples have never forgotten: that you cannot separate the land from the water, or the people from the land.
We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.
If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?
An Indian’s dress of deer skins, which is wet a hundred times upon his back, dries soft; and his lodge also, which stands in the rains, and even through the severity of winter, is taken down as soft and as clean as when it was first put up.
Tut, Tut, looks like rain
In England, rain was thin and cold, and made you hunch up inside your coat, walking home from the bus stop. In Jamaica, it was wide and thick and invited you to step into it, and see how wet you could get, and be thrilled that it was warmer than the sea and warmer than your skin; it was abandon.
Do you know why the Indian rain dances always worked? Because the Indians would keep dancing until it rained.
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.
It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year;
The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier.
The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro,
A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane.
Autumn leaves and rain,
The passion of the gale.
The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier.
The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro,
A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane.
Autumn leaves and rain,
The passion of the gale.
Courage! even sorrows, when once they are vanished, quicken the soul, as rain the valley.
When I took over the ministry for science and technology, our weather systems were in shambles. Nobody believed in the IMD. Nothing was in digital mode. I changed all that. We got automatic rain gauges, automatic weather stations, Doppler radars.
Obviously people in Seattle love a little more sun but also nothing is built for it, i miss my rain.
There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was a radiant sight, like a cloud of chalk, in the mist of the drizzling rain.
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands, suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land. Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made blue for the sky and the color green that fills Your fields with praise.
I am convinced that a light supper, a good night’s sleep, and a fine morning, have sometimes made a hero of the same man, who, by an indigestion, a restless night, and rainy morning, would have proved a coward.
Some things are better when it’s raining. Like reading. Or sleeping. Or this.” “Lying in bed with me?
Don’t always want to go up. Go down, like water, because eventually it’ll go up again. Just like rain, it falls from the sky, flows as a river, then merges with the sea, the goes up again as a cloud.
When the weather’s rough and it’s whiskey in the rain it’s best to wrap your savior up in cellophane.
My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
To maintain discipline in the military, it must have been necessary at that time. For soldiers who risked their lives in circumstances where bullets are flying around like rain and wind, if you want them to get some rest, a comfort women system was necessary. That’s clear to anyone.
The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
But afterall it’s not the winning that matters, is it? Or is it? It’sto coinawordtheamenitiesthatcount: thesmell of the dandelions, the puff of the pipe, the click of the bat, the rain on the neck, the chill down the spine, the slow, exquisite coming on of sunset and dinner and rheumatism.
Could be worse… Could be raining
Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does.
Heaven was not so far away in the eyes of these people (the Maya), who believed that individual, civic and social truths could be revealed by consulting with nature: the shifting of the wind, the arrival of the rain, the appearance of the stars
Everybody wants happiness, and nobody wants pain, but you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.
All the posters on the walls All the leaflets in the streets Are mutilated, destroyed or run in rain, Their words blotted out with tears, Skins peeling from their bodies In the victorious hurricane.
Years later Magnus would return to London and Camille Belcourt’s side, and find it not all that he had dreamed. Years later another desperate Herondale boy with blue, blue eyes would come to his door, shaking with the cold of the rain and his own wretchedness, and this one Magnus would be able to help.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
In order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death… these are things that unite us all.
Replace the words “have to” with “get to” and watch how the cold rain on your life changes to sunshine.
My ma wanted to go and have a wee look at where all the Scottish kings had been buried. So we traipsed over Mull, in the pishing rain, with the parents desperately trying to find things to do as is the case with a holiday in Scotland, then on to Iona.
Shooting all day in the rain is not where you want to be.
Surfers are in tune with the weather because if there’s a storm coming, there are waves coming. I love the rain.
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
These ‘messengers’ will not be hindered from accomplishing at their best speed the distance which they have to go, either by snow, or rain, or heat, or by the darkness of night.
The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.
I do a lot of walking around in game parks, rain forests, places like that, but it’s not like I’m camping in them as much as my day walks. I’ve done that all over the world, not like with a backpack on my back living out in the woods for several days. When I travel abroad, it’s more the city that captures my interest.
I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.
The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence…
Having made a real 3D movie, you realize that, right from the production design, you’re designing sets that complement the 3D. You’re designing interactive elements, like rain or smoke – all this particulate matter in the air enhances the 3D. But if you’re shooting in 2D, you don’t know about that.
I took the pieces you threw away, put them together by night and day. Washed by the rain. Dried by the sun. A million pieces all in one.
The rain’s innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.
Man’s own form in space – his body – was a private prison; and that it was because of this imprisoning misery – because he was hungry and overworked and went to a horrid place called home late at night in the rain, and his bones ached and his head was heavy.
Hatta always gave the impression of rain. If I was in a real good mood and full of ideas and then happened to encounter Hatta, I felt I was suddenly surprised by a shower of rain and got wet all over the body. My good mood was gone, and also my ideas.
Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.
For ‘Singin’ in the Rain,’ I bought most of the costumes – the ‘Fit as a Fiddle’ costumes and the ‘Make Them Laugh’ Donald O’Connor outfits and the ‘Good Morning, Good Morning’ clothes we danced in.
The ash her purple drops forgivingly
And sadly, breaking not the general hush;
The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea,
Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush;
All round the wood’s edge creeps the skirting blaze,
Ere the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his brush.
And sadly, breaking not the general hush;
The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea,
Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush;
All round the wood’s edge creeps the skirting blaze,
Ere the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his brush.
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
We shot ‘Mudbound’ in the South in the summer, which meant we were working in extreme heat and humidity at all times and that it could go from glaring sun to overcast skies to pouring rain in a matter of minutes, often shifting multiple times a day.
One does not begin to make a garden until he wants a garden. To want a garden is to be interested in plants, in the winds and rains, in birds and insects, in the warm-smelling earth.
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, leaving footprints on their moon.
The right way to enjoy ‘Heavy Rain’ is really to make one thing because it’s going to be your story. It’s going to be unique to you. It’s really the story you decided to write.
When it’s raining pudding, hold up your bowl.
And that, my friend, is how the world ends. On the edge of a precipice, with one foot over the edge, it stops, turns and goes back, leaving an empty earth of birds and insects, wind, rain and rusting weapons.
Roy: “Looks like it’s starting to rain” Riza: “But..It’s not raining…” Roy: “Yes it is. This is the rain.
We’re not going to just duplicate ‘Heavy Rain,’ because we are passionate about innovation and discovery, so we’re trying to discover new ground and see how we can move from ‘Heavy Rain’ and create something even more immersive.
Religion’s pretty pervasive in humans. And why it’s pervasive in humans is debated a lot. There are indications of things that look like religion in other animals, like chimps doing rain dances, and that sort of thing. Actually, I say that, but there’s that and not much else.
Playing the game for money produces the proper professional attitude. It inculcates the lunch-pail state of mind that shows up for work despite rain or snow or dark of night and slugs it out day after day.
The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter.
It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.
What if trials of this life, the rain, the storms, the hardest nights, are Your mercies in disguise?
I was fascinated by the powerful yet precise dance performances of K-pop. I loved Rain and 2NE1.
The ‘Wall Street Journal’ is quite irate that I rank them with industry front groups and cranks denying climate change. But they have a record whenever industrial pollutants are involved. Look at the ‘Journal”s commentary on acid rain, on the ozone layer, and on climate change.
The U.S. has a proud history of cleaning up our air through technological innovation. We did it with leaded gas, acid rain and countless other pollutants, and we can do it with carbon pollution, too.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
It’s a Vietnamese soup that answers the question, ‘What happens when a former child soldier pours hot rain water over fish nightmares.’ It’s delicious and I can’t stop eating it, that’s what happens.
The society which scorns excellence in plumbing as a humble activity and tolerates shoddiness in philosophy because it is an exalted activity will have neither good plumbing nor good philosophy: neither its pipes nor its theories will hold water.
The rain wasn’t the usual glittering silver, but dark and dirty, as if nature were a scrubwoman wringing out a filthy mop.
I wish we could all have good luck, all the time! I wish we had wings! I wish rain water was beer!
November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.
I often say that buying ‘Heavy Rain’ is a political act.
Sometimes when I’m with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.
The truth is not always useful, not always good. It’s like putting your faith in water. Yes, we need the rain, but too much can sweep you away in a flood and drown you. Like all great natural, elemental forces, the truth needs to be channeled, managed, controlled and intelligently, morally allocated.
What are you doing son, you’re gonna drive yourself insane. You’ll never find the sunshine, when you’re following the rain.
The Awa are a distinctive-looking, diminutive forest people, smaller than any of the dozen other Amazon tribespeople I have met. Reduced size is adaptive in a rain forest. You can move around more easily and unobtrusively. Not only humans but other species are smaller in rain forests.
Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas! Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!
Information gently but relentlessly drizzles down on us in an invisible, impalpable electric rain.
A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.
I was born and raised on ‘Singin’ in the Rain.’ It’s in my work. It’s in me.
There will be a rain dance Friday night, weather permitting!
The struggle with evil by means of violence is the same as an attempt to stop a cloud, in order that there may be no rain.
I could say I believe in every drop of rain that . . . Well, I believe life is a Zen koan, that is, an unsolvable riddle. But the contemplation of that riddle–even though it cannot be solved–is, in itself, transformative. And if the contemplation is of high enough quality, you can merge with the divine.
And there’s one thing about this underground work, we shan’t get any rain.
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
I went for a walk in the rain. Recently, whenever it rains, I feel like I want to go for a walk.
Time, like a flurry of wild rain,
Shall drift across the darkened pane!
Shall drift across the darkened pane!
Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don’t know it is raining.
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
What does it mean?” Emily said, in a low, panicked voice: “What does it mean if a rainbow comes before rain?
From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.
Like any offensive lineman worth his shoulder pads, I’m a mudder. Football’s just not football without a healthy dose of slipping, sliding, snow, or rain.
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
I was a daughterless mother. I had nowhere to put the things a mother places on her daughter. The nail polish I used to paint our toenails hardened. Our favorite videos gathered dust. Her small apron was in a box in the attic. Her shoes – the sparkly ones, the leopard rain boots, the ballet slippers – stood in a corner.
Now, being in Africa, I was hungry for more of it, the changes of the seasons, the rains with no need to travel, the discomforts that you paid to make it real, the names of the trees, of the small animals, and all the birds, to know the language and have time to be in it and to move slowly.
All of the experiments are really cool. Probably one of the better ones is “Running in the Rain.” It depends on circumstances: how fast are you running, if there’s wind, or any of the other things involved with the circumstances of running in the rain. That’s a favorite, I suppose.
I first became aware of Charles Darwin and evolution while still a schoolboy growing up in Chicago. My father and I had a passion for bird-watching, and when the snow or the rain kept me indoors, I read his bird books and learned about evolution.
No one can posses an afternoon of rain beating against the window, or the serenity of a sleeping child, or the magical moment when the waves break on the rocks. No one can posses the beautiful things of this Earth, but we can know them and love them. It is through such moments that God reveals himself to mankind.
In Italy, they say rain on your wedding day is symbolic of fresh beginnings, cleansing, a pure marriage, and also a wet knot that can’t be untied.
Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.
… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.
The only kind of water that should fly through the air is rain.
Oh my love, it’s you that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I’m always
Dancing with you in the summer rain
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I’m always
Dancing with you in the summer rain
The Queen’s Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)
I remember the time when I met my first girlfriend. It was raining and I was walking, and all of a sudden this girl put an umbrella over my head. Then my hair and clothes were wet, and she said, “Oh! There’s something on your shirt.” And that was when I just fell for her.
I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I’m a thousand others.
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour.
Don’t wait for the storms of your life to pass. Learn to dance in the rain.
Here is the best wish for the new year: Let there be more freedom of thought throughout the world! Fields need rain; truths need freedom of thought!
I don’t care where I live, so long as there’s a roof to keep the rain off my books, and high-speed Internet access.
When you’re from Cali and it’s always sunny, you kind of want some rain.
CROWN Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to.
Life processes take place in an aqueous medium. All organisms are composed mostly of water, whether they dwell in the oceans, lakes, and rivers, or on the land. Because the physical and chemical properties of water are well suited to the requirements of life, it is no accident that life is a water-based phenomenon.
They had so much rain in New York that a lot of the cabbies had their first shower in years.
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.
Despite deficit rains, we have been successful in bringing down the inflation down from double digits to 3-4%
How wonderful is Cold Mountain Climbers are all afraid The moon shines on clear water twinkle twinkle Wind rustles the tall grass Plum trees flower in the snow Bare twisted trees have clouds for foliage A touch of rain brings it all alive Unless you see clearly do not approach
If the rain spoils our picnic, but saves a farmer’s crop, who are we to say it shouldn’t rain?
Don’t pray for the rain to stop; pray for good luck fishing when the river floods.
So when I was a kid in Guyana, I would run barefoot in the street and bathe in the rain. That was a real thing. Picture that, showers falling from the sky in the middle of the Caribbean.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
You know it is summer in Ireland when the rain gets warmer.
Annabeth’s shoulders ached. The elevator’s easy-listening music didn’t help. If all monsters had to hear that song about liking piña coladas and getting caught in the rain, no wonder they were in the mood for carnage when they reached the mortal world.
Whatever form it takes, camping is earthy, soul enriching and character building, and there can be few such satisfying moments as having your tent pitched and the smoke rising from your campfire as the golden sun sets on the horizon–even if it’s just for a fleeting moment before the rain spoils everything.
This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain’s very important. That’s when Paris smells its sweetest. It’s the damp chestnut trees.
Having rain on your tuxedo is a pretty good reminder that you’re not James Bond.
Come rain or come shine.
You know growing up in Sweden meant we had a lot of rain when we played tennis. We were taught on clay courts but because of the weather, we had to go indoors a lot.
be the mountain / be the ocean / be the tree / be happy / be the light / be the shadow / be the rain / be you / be
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
I’m glad I don’t have to make a living farming. Too much hard work. Too many variables you don’t have control over, like, is it going to rain? All I can say is, god bless the real farmers out there.
And let these altars, wreathed with flowers And piled with fruits, awake again Thanksgivings for the golden hours, The early and the latter rain!
I never want to be too mean with my songs, but with I Hope It Rains it was definitely somewhere in the middle with being sassy but also a little class in there as well. It was a good blend for me and who I want to be perceived as an artist.
If you take away all the prairie dogs, there will be no one to cry for the rain.
As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world
You can’t stop time. You can’t capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.
Our journey so far has been very satisfactory: we are most fortunate as regards the season, for there has been more rain this winter than has been known for the last four or five years.
Children of a culture born in a water-rich environment, we have never really learned how important water is to us. We understand it, but we do not respect it.
My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.
The other day, when my 4-year-old saw a flowering tree and said, “Daddy, it’s raining petals,” that was poetry that just melted my heart into a mushy, yummy Fudgsicle.
Something to keep in mind – it’s raining lightly. The infield could be very wet on ground balls.
He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn’t pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. “You will come, won’t you? Promisse!” he whispered.
It is no use to grumble and complain; It’s just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain – Why, rain’s my choice.
…you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.
Little drops of rain
Whisper of the pain
Tears of love
Lost in the days gone by.
Whisper of the pain
Tears of love
Lost in the days gone by.
It never rains in Manchester, but it pours
When it don’t rain, the roof don’t leak; when it rains, I can’t fix it nohow.
She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat. She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.
She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.
There must be a cloud in my head, rain keeps falling from my eyes
When a vision comes from the thunder beings of the west, it comes with terror like a thunder storm; but when the storm of vision has passed, the world is greenier and happier; for wherever the truth of vision comes upon the world, it is like a rain. The world, you see, is happier after the terror of the storm.
My favorite weather pattern happens to be when it rains mud. Dust comes through. Rain on top of it. It rains mud.
I have never coasted down a hill of frozen rain.
I find her anecdotes more efficacious than sheep-counting, rain on a tin roof, or alanol tablets…. you will find me and Morpheus, off in a corner, necking.
The rainbow in place of the unicorn? Why didn’t God just restore the unicorn? We animals would have been happier with that, instead of a big hint in the sky about God’s magnanimity every time it stopped raining.
A man of learning who makes no use of what he knows, is like a cloud which gives no rain.
Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.
How brave a ladybug must be!
Each drop of rain is big as she.
Can you imagine what you’d do,
If raindrops fell as big as you?
Each drop of rain is big as she.
Can you imagine what you’d do,
If raindrops fell as big as you?
Go insane go insane, throw some glitter, make it rain…!
The taste of rain — Why kneel?
Iris from sea brings wind or mighty rain.
Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?
A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane
As night descends upon the fabled street:
A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
And ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
Here though the world explode, these two survive,
And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
As night descends upon the fabled street:
A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
And ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
Here though the world explode, these two survive,
And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
The flowers are ravined
by bees, the fruit blossoms
are thrown to the ground, the wind
the rain forces everything.
by bees, the fruit blossoms
are thrown to the ground, the wind
the rain forces everything.
I was involved in a serious accident driving in torrential rain at midnight in Cardiff. I was only doing five miles an hour, but because I couldn’t see very well, I crossed a junction and collided with another car that was driving very fast. I ended up in hospital for six weeks with a shattered pelvis.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.
Don’t threaten me with love, baby. Let’s just go walking in the rain.
All the tears of a penitent sinner, should he shed as many as there have fallen drops of rain, since the creation, to this day, cannot wash away one sin. The everLasting burnings in hell, cannot purify the flaming conscience, from the least sin.
To preserve the silence within–amid all the noise. To remain open and quiet, a moist humus in the fertile darkness where the rain falls and the grain ripens–no matter how many tramp across the parade ground in whirling dust under an arid sky.
In Cookie’s defense, it was raining wildcats and rabid dogs.
God didn’t give up on me. I am somebody in God’s eyes… Let me be a prime example of how I’ve been through the storm and the rain, and I made it over.
We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.
We (soldiers) are like cloaks,-one thinks of us only when it rains.
One of my earliest memories is walking up a muddy road into the mountains. It was raining. Behind me, my village was burning. When there was school, it was under a tree. Then the United Nations came. They fed me, my family, my community.
A cloudy day or a little sunshine have as great an influence on many constitutions as the most recent blessings or misfortunes.
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
I love rains which carry desires
to
oceans.
to
oceans.
Sombre thoughts and fancies often require a little real soil or substance to flourish in; they are the dark pine-trees which take root in, and frown over the rifts of the scathed and petrified heart, and are chiefly nourished by the rain of unavailing tears, and the vapors of fancy.
I think the one that’s going to be the hardest to make into a film is the one that’s probably going to be made into a film, which is ‘The Art of Racing in the Rain.’ I mean, it’s narrated by a dog. How do you do that? But hopefully we’ll get to see.
Come rain or shine I walk short distances rather than taking my car.
Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.
I did every odd job you could possibly imagine: Holding a sign in the rain for 14 hours straight, sweeping up cigarette butts, pouring coffee, running around – anything I could to be on a film set. I wanted to be in the business. So I’d say, ‘You need that job done? Fine,’ and I became indispensable to people.
It is said that as many days as there are in the whole journey, so many are the men and horses that stand along the road, each horse and man at the interval of a days journey; and these are stayed neither by snow nor rain nor heat nor darkness from accomplishing their appointed course with all speed.
When we are dead : it is the living only who cannot be forgiven the living only from whom men’s indulgence and reverence are held off, like the rain by the hard east wind .
If the sun warms up the rain, and the rain puts out the sun. Why does the greatest love become the greatest pain?
A little sun, a little rain,
A soft wind blowing from the west,
And woods and fields are sweet again,
And warmth within the mountain’s breast
A little love, a little trust,
A soft impulse, a sudden dream,
And life as dry as desert dust,
Is fresher than a mountain stream.
A soft wind blowing from the west,
And woods and fields are sweet again,
And warmth within the mountain’s breast
A little love, a little trust,
A soft impulse, a sudden dream,
And life as dry as desert dust,
Is fresher than a mountain stream.
I’ve never understood why people run to get out of the rain in the summertime… People will drive miles and miles to go jump in a cool swimming hole, but when it rains, they scatter.
How it pours, pours, pours,
In a never-ending sheet!
How it drives beneath the doors!
How it soaks the passer’s feet!
How it rattles on the shutter!
How it rumples up the lawn!
How ’twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,
From darkness until dawn.
In a never-ending sheet!
How it drives beneath the doors!
How it soaks the passer’s feet!
How it rattles on the shutter!
How it rumples up the lawn!
How ’twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,
From darkness until dawn.
I grew up with the classics. My mom and I would sit and watch ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ and ‘White Christmas’ – those kind of movies.
We don’t need to clear the 4 to 6 percent of the Earth’s surface remaining in tropical rain forests, with most of the animal and plant species living there.
I quickly discovered that trying to go play golf while living in Manhattan was about as easy as trying to grab a taxi while standing out in front of Saks Fifth Avenue in the freezing rain on the last shopping day before Christmas.
There’s always a rainbow at the end of every rain.
If only the weather would improve, there’d be hope of some work, but every day brings rain.
The rains are rhythmic, coming religiously in the afternoons (after lunch has been eaten but before tea, so that the nights are washed clean-black with bright pinpoints of silver starlight hanging over a restless, grateful earth).
I loved Mississippi and do to this day. The rainbows that stretch from horizon to horizon after a summer rain are the most spectacular I have ever seen.
But I am a patient man. I can wait for hours in the rain
Life is about choices. Some we regret, some were proud of. Some will haunt us forever. ‘Black Rain’ was very much about choices. The message – we are what we chose to be.
Captain Fisher, the commander, with a party of young ladies from the city and gentlemen belonging to his ship, came one day to pay me a visit in the midst of a deluge of rain.
I can recall, as a young adult, running through the rain forest at the Forest Reserve, at times feeling a sense of fear when I felt I was in danger. In danger of confronting an ugly snake or a coral snake, which represented the greatest fear of someone in a rural area when you traverse the forest.
You can hide beneath the covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain. Waste your summer praying in vain, for a savior to rise from these streets.
Playing in the rain is worth catching cold.
The poorest man may, in his cottage, bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail, its roof may shake; the wind may blow though it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England may not enter; all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement.
In the wake of newly-alleged prisoner abuse this week, Senator John McCain said that continued mistreatment of Iraqi prisoners is hurting the nation’s image. Also hurting the nation’s image: letting people drown when it rains.
Inspiration is hogwash. My work comes directly out of my loves and hates. Muses don’t whisper in my ear, and ideas don’t flow over my body like a cool rain.
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind,-and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind,-and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
No storm can last forever. It will never rain 365 days consecutively. Keep in mind that trouble comes to pass, not to stay. Don’t worry! No storm, not even the one in your life, can last forever.
Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don’t talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise.
There would be hard times, but what did I care if we had hard times? The branches of my love were wide, and they caught the rain and the snow. We would be okay, the two of us together. We would be okay.
I like ‘Guys and Dolls,’ ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ and ‘A Star Is Born.’ When it works, a musical is an amazing thing. But it rarely works.
How much you move affects your strength, your power, your balance, how you look, how you think, how well you withstand the high winds and rain showers of life and how long you will stand. Everyone needs concentrated doses of several kinds of movement to remain functional.
The delicious breath of rain was in the air.
The time has come to link ecology to economic and human development. When you have seen one ant, one bird, one tree, you have not seen them all. What is happening to the rain forests of Madagascar and Brazil will affect us all.
I got so good at writing to a budget, my brain was restricting myself. I’d write, “It’s a stormy night.” Then I’d cross out stormy. I’d write: “It’s a calm night.” Then I’d cross out night. It’s noon. Because you know how much night costs. You know how much rain costs. Nothing comes free in movies.
Don’t tell me it’s raining when you’re peeing on me!
Vacation: When you spend thousands of dollars to see what rain looks like in different parts of the world.
The solution to our water problems is more rain.
Can I take a rain check? Weekends are busy for me.” He shrugged, his perma smile back in all its dimpled glory. “You’d probably figure out a way to nearly get killed, anyway.
The harvest of the Lord’s field is seldom ripened by sunshine only. It must go through its days of wind, rain and storm.
Aside from keeping the rain out and producing some usable space, architecture is nothing but a special-effects machine that delights and disturbs the senses.
When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky
One of the last episodes was all about a flood. We were working in the rain till all hours, and it was muddy and it was cold and it was damp, and it was hours under the hoses. That was not pleasant. That was not pleasant.
Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining.
I should have known I am the rain. I am the land and I am the rain. The grass will grow out of me in a little while.
I don’t know why, but rain comes into my head the minute I think of my childhood.
I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.
Let the sky rain potatoes,” said a musing voice. “Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.
I’m leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it’s not raining.
There are no necessary evils in government. Its evils exist only in its abuses. If it would confine itself to equal protection, and, as Heaven does its rains, shower its favors alike on the high and the low, the rich and the poor, it would be an unqualified blessing.
Life smacks Tracy Morgan in the face, and I don’t mean to talk in third party, but no, it doesn’t stop raining when I come outside, no, absolutely not. I’m very in touch.
I saw ‘Purple Rain’ in the summer of ’84, and, ‘Spinal Tap’ notwithstanding, it’s the greatest rock & roll film of all time. There’s so much Prince coming at you that you have to remind yourself he’s also a breathtaking guitar player.
The dearest events are summer-rain.
My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.
When primitive man heard thunder or saw the lightning, he could not account for either, and therefore concluded that back of them must be a force greater than himself. Similarly he saw a supernatural force in the rain, and in the various other changes in nature.
But the people cannot have wells, and so they take rain-water. Neither can they conveniently have cellars or graves, the town being built upon “made ground”; so they do without both, and few of the living complain, and none of the others.
The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
If you lay in the rain, every rain shower, storm, whatever, is different. Every surface is different.
She’s sun and rain, she’s fire and ice, a little crazy, but it’s nice. And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone, cause she’ll rage like a river then she’ll beg you to forgive her.
I was cutting and threading pipe in the tunnels to get water into the shower rooms for athletics. I was repairing old metal windows, fixing cement walls where rain was coming through, and drying out the maple gym floors in hopes of removing the warping.
Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
He who, having lost one ideal, refuses to give his heart and soul to another and nobler, is like a man who declines to build a house on the rock because the wind and rain have ruined his house on the sand.
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 wet season.
All is well with me. The rain doesn’t reach me, my room is well heated, what more can one ask for? There’s no shortage of work, either.
That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why I will never lose you….” ……… “I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the window, and all the things we’ll always have because we cannot possess them
She was my rain. She was my unpredictable element. She was my fear. But a racer should not be afraid of rain; a racer should embrace the rain.
The underlying attraction of the movement of water and sand is biological. If we look more deeply we can see it as the basis of an abstract idea linking ourselves with the limitless mechanics of the universe.
One is never 100 per cent motivated. In winter, when it’s raining and you have to go and play a small team in the north, I won’t reveal what passes through your mind when you’re getting out of the bus.
In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless.
If you want rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.
I even like the Scottish weather because, like everywhere in the U.K., you can’t have great beauty without lots of rain.
I want to produce the music to a movie that I’m working on, like what Prince did with ‘Purple Rain.’
I love the rain. It’s my favorite weather.
When it is peace, then we may view again With new-won eyes each other’s truer form And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm We’ll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain When it is peace. But until peace, the storm The darkness and the thunder and the rain.
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
I don’t like driving through the rain. Your tour is only going to go as good as your bus driver, kinda like your band is only going to be as good as your drummer.
She said a good day ain’t got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been
As never before, he understood the vitality of tradition, the dignity of the worship of what had existed before one’s own self had come into being. There was no shame in awe; there was exaltation. (“Cafe Endless: Spring Rain”)
If you pray for rain, be prepared to deal with some mud.
We had set out in a rain of flowers to seek the death of heroes. The war was our dream of greatness, power and glory. It was a man’s work, a duel on the fields whose flowers would be stained with blood. There is no lovelier death in the world… Anything rather than stay at home, anything to make one with the rest.
Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.
My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.
When you’ve fallen on the highway / and you’re lying in the rain, / and they ask you how you’re doing / of course you’ll say you can’t complain.
Worry means tormenting yourself with disturbing thoughts or fretting about things we have zero control over. If you live in the north there is no need to worry about the snow. You will get plenty each year. If you live in California or Texas you needn’t worry about rain because we won’t receive any.
Our bodies are molded rivers.
I love rain. It’s lucky, I always think.
If there’s any guy crazy enough to attack me, I’m going to show him the end of the world — close up. I’m going to let him see the kingdom come with his own eyes. I’m going to send him straight to the southern hemisphere and let the ashes of death rain all over him and the kangaroos and the wallabies.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
I actually was there down in Florida when Prince did ‘Purple Rain’ in the rain. He was out there with the guitar goin’. It was absolutely awesome.
My real dwelling
Has no pillars
And no roof either
So rain cannot soak it
And wind cannot blow
it down.
Has no pillars
And no roof either
So rain cannot soak it
And wind cannot blow
it down.
I like rain, actually.
He who has found a good wife has found great happiness, but a quarrelsome woman is like a roof that lets in the rain.
Save 3-6 months of expenses in a Rainy Day fund. Know why? Cause it is going to rain, and you aren’t the exception.
The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and rejoices in the rain-drops with a quicker sympathy than the packed shrubs in the sandy desert.
Rain symbolizes darkness but also represents an essential part of rebirth.
The fact is that Common Core is no more responsible for a bizarre homework question than global warming is for a rain shower.
Rain scatters plum petals; Weeping stains the earth. One can only take shelter And wait for clearing.
I heard of the word ‘rainmaker.’ It means one particular star who could make a company or project rich and successful. Someone that makes it rain with money. I thought it was a really good concept, so I took over that idea to become the rainmaker.
But that inadequacy, or feeling of inadequacy, never really goes away. You just have to trudge ahead in the rain, regardless.
When the bombs rain down, the Syrian Civil Defense rush in.
I decide I’m not dead because I can hear the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the car. I’m alive because I’m listening to the rain, and the rain becomes the hand of God strumming his fingers on the roof, deciding what to do.
Each day she removes a small portion of the unwanted things in people’s lives, though all of it, she thinks, was previously wanted, once useful. She feels the sun scorching the back of her neck. The heat is at its worst now, the rains still a few months away. The task satisfies her. It passes the time.
A big moment for me came when ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ came out. It hit me like a sledgehammer – that’s what I wanted to do.
Prayer is asking for rain and faith is carrying the umbrella.
I was part of Environment Canada’s work to stop acid rain, create national parks, clean up the Great Lakes, develop new environmental legislation and negotiate the treaty that saved the ozone layer.
And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.
Females in our generation morals are just out the window. Materialistic things aren’t life. I’d rather walk in the rain with a man who treats me like a queen than to ride in a Benz with a man who treats me like crap.
I’ve spent 35 years sitting on a motorbike in the rain. It’s not had too good an effect on my bones.
I was born on October 21, 1956 in Burbank, California. My father, Eddie Fisher, was a famous singer. My mother, Debbie Reynolds, was a movie star. Her best-known role was in ‘Singin’ In The Rain.’
I live in the country, so I get a fair amount of exercise. We heat our house with wood, so I split wood. We also live on a steep hill, and I have to rake and put in cross-stitches to keep the road from washing out when there’s a big rain.
You would not cry if you knew that by looking deeply into the rain you would still see the cloud.
The roots of the grass strain, Tighten, the earth is rigid, waits-he is waiting- And suddenly, and all at once, the rain!
Think of Divine Abundance as a mighty, refreshing rain. Whatever receptacle you have at hand will receive it. If you hold up a tin cup, you will receive only that quantity. If you hold up a bowl, that will be filled. What kind of receptacle are you holding up to Divine Abundance?
We love the sight of the brown and ruddy earth; it is the color of life, while a snow-covered plain is the face of death. Yet snow is but the mask of the life-giving rain; it, too, is the friend of man, the tender, sculpturesque, immaculate, warming, fertilizing snow.
Mix salt and sand, and it shall puzzle the wisest of men, with his mere natural appliances, to separate all the grains of sand from all the grains of salt; but a shower of rain will effect the same object in ten minutes.
An election in which people have to wait 10 hours to vote, or in which black voters wait in the rain for hours, while white voters zip through polling places, is unworthy of the world’s leading democracy.
Who needs an umbrella in the rain?” she said, and stepped into the car.
Trees bear fruits only to be eaten by others; the fields grown grains, but they are consumed by the world. Cows give milk, but she doesn’t drink it herself – that is left to others. Clouds send rain only to quench the parched earth. In such giving, there is little space for selfishness.
Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.
I’m always in the elements, it seems like it’s pouring rain on me a lot and there’s crowds of people pushing me around, and it feels very real. Which is great as a actor, you don’t have to come up with too much of it. I’m always amazed.
Encourage children to write their own stories, and then don’t rain on their parade. Don’t say, ‘That’s not true.’ Applaud flights of fantasy. Help with spelling and grammar, but stand up and cheer the use of imagination.
There’s nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.
Sorrow, like rain makes roses and mud.
Quotations are the gold mine of human mind, the silver pearls of the wisdom ocean, and the cool drops of the rain of intelligence.
If you’re in California and it’s raining, stay home, because nobody can drive in the rain. It’s like it’s raining frogs. They’re terrified.
It was raining cats and dogs, and I fell in a poodle.
The time is right to mix sentences with dirt and the sun with punctuation and rain with verbs.
I used to imagine it. I used to pretend that my Peugeot driving to the gym in the rain in Dublin was a Ferrari on the Vegas strip. And now that I have that? I can’t even describe that feeling. That’s why I like the best – the best cars, the best food, the best watches.
I think poems return us to that place of mud and dirt and earth, sun and rain.
The newspaper headlines may shout about global warming, extinctions of living species, the devastation of rain forests, and other worldwide catastrophes, but Americans evince a striking complacency when it comes to their everyday environment and the growing calamity that it represents.
A banker is somebody who lends you an umbrella & takes it away as soon as it starts raining.
There is nothing wrong with getting a bus. Nothing in any way demeaning about boarding a huge smelly communal vehicle that will rumble noisily and very slowly in the vague direction of the place you need to get to and then dump you half a mile away in the freezing wind and rain.
Hardships are quickly forgotten. Intense heat, bitter cold, rain and snow, fatigue,and luckless hunting fade quickly into memories of great fellowship, thoughts of beautiful country, pleasant camps, and happy campfires.
Advice is like rain that soaks everything without being sought.
The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the childlike cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence. Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive.
When we look deeply into the heart of a flower, we see clouds, sunshine, minerals, time, the earth, and everything else in the cosmos in it. Without clouds there could be no rain, and without rain there would be no flower.
There’s naught as nice as th’ smell o’ good clean earth, except th’ smell o’ fresh growin’ things when th’ rain falls on ’em.
Adversity is like the period of the rain. . . cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.
And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.
I wasn’t a Prince fan until I watched Purple Rain. When I watched that, it was one of my favorite movies of all time because it shows the life of an artist.
And she would protect him as fiercely, if it were ever his need- if a fight ever became too much for him or if he needed shelter, or food, or a fire in the rain. Or anything she could provide. She would protect him from anything.
When you are so full of sorrow
that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore,
think about the green foliage that sparkles after
the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when
you hope a final night will cover the world,
think about the awakening of a young child.
that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore,
think about the green foliage that sparkles after
the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when
you hope a final night will cover the world,
think about the awakening of a young child.
Do not, on a rainy day, ask your child what he feels like doing, because I assure you that what he feels like doing, you won’t feel like watching.
In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.
I always think of the Pacific Northwest as giant trees, and rain, and clouds and dampness, like the Native American art from that area.
Trees loaded with fruit are bent down; the clouds when charged with fresh rain hang down near the earth: even so good men are not uplifted through prosperity. Such is the natural character of the liberal.
If one can stick to the training throughout the many long years, then will power is no longer a problem. It’s raining? That doesn’t matter. I am tired? That’s besides the point. It’s simply that I just have to.
Tis a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught of cool refreshment, drain’d by fever’d lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
A drop of water can’t stop a fire alone. But a drop of water, plus another one, plus another one, then you have the rain, and the rain can stop the fire.
Working exterior nights in Vancouver, when it’s raining and snowing, is a little daunting, when you haven’t slept.
The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.
In the ’80s, I got tired of the rat race. It was a terrible time for music. I wasn’t part of that whole MTV craze. I did ‘Go Ahead and Rain,’ which was Madeleine Stowe’s first bit, but felt no connection to it. I went many years where I didn’t have to work.
Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?
Hard rain falls in every season. Sometimes it can beat you down; you have to try to learn how to take sustenance from it to grow.
Innocent droplets of rain make almost all events quite natural.
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.
It’s perilous and foolhardy for the average citizen to remain ignorant about global warming, say, or ozone depletion, air pollution, toxic and radioactive wastes, acid rain, topsoil erosion, tropical deforestation, exponential population growth. Jobs and wages depend on science and technology.
No matter how strong the storm, how hard the rain and how vicious the wind there is always a gap in the clouds for the light to shine through
Be careful what you ask for because when you pray for rain, you have to deal with the mud as well.
Isn’t it wonderful that two of the most sacred and symbolic plants, the olive and the vine, live on almost nothing, a terrace of limestone, sun and rain.
Hence, let us place there, carved high, as close to heaven as we can, the words of our leaders, their faces, to show posterity what manner of men they were. Then breathe a prayer that these records will endure until the wind and rain alone shall wear them away.
Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else, I fight the final few steps to the door and step out into the cold, where the rain is still coming down like shards of moonlight, or like steel.
When you are grateful to the rain, do not forget also the clouds! When appreciating something, be fair enough also to appreciate the sources that created it!
The rain does not fall in a certain land only; the sun does not shine only on a particular country. All that comes from God is for all souls. Verily, blessing is for every soul; for every soul, whatever be one’s faith or belief, belongs to God.
Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?
All things with which we deal preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,–it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.
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.
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
If the first of July it be rainy weather,
‘Twill rain more or less for four weeks together.
‘Twill rain more or less for four weeks together.
If the sun of God’s countenance shine upon me, I may well be content to be wet with the rain of affliction.
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 bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.
I need the seasons to live to the rhythm of rain and sun.
I built the ideal house down in the Caribbean. All Englishmen dream of leaving the rain of England and getting a place in the sun – out in the grounds with separate guest houses; that is the ideal scenario.
Poetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
When you walk through the storm, hold your head high And don’t be afraid of the dark! At the end of the storm is a golden sky And the sweet song of the lark. Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Though your dreams be tossed & blown Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart And you’ll never walk alone!
I used to work in a bank when I was younger and to me it doesn’t matter whether it’s raining or the sun is shining or whatever: as long as I’m riding a bike I know I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.
Why ask why? If it’s raining it just is.
Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done, Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun?
All Birds find shelter during a rain. But Eagle avoids rain by flying above the Clouds. Problems are common, but attitude makes the difference!!!
This morning’s scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,
Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now,
Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying,
My heart remembers how!
Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now,
Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying,
My heart remembers how!
Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.
Little soldier, little insect You know war it has no heart It will kill you in the sunshine Or happily in the the dark Where kindness is a card game Or a bent up cigarette In the trenches, in the hard rain With a bullet and a bet.
It would be ridiculous to talk of male and female atmospheres, male and female springs or rains, male and female sunshine….How much more ridiculous is it in relation to mind, to soul, to thought, where there is as undeniably no such thing as sex.
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
Life is a blend of laughter and tears, a combination of rain and sunshine.
Do all men kill the things they do not love ………… The quality of mercy is not strain’d It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes
This is what I have heard at last the wind in December lashing the old trees with rain unseen rain racing along the tiles under the moon wind rising and falling wind with many clouds trees in the night wind.
I tend to foster drama via bleakness. If I want the reader to feel sympathy for a character, I cleave the character in half, on his birthday. And then it starts raining. And he’s made of sugar.
Some people might think Rain is the superstar or super successful, but I am someone who always sets new goals and tries to accomplish them.
Shock waves to a tired brain, sends that hungry lady to my door again. She’s my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain, entertaining white powder.
The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree-
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree-
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
Thank God I had football. I remember when it used to rain, all the kids would run outside and play football in the puddles, just splashing around, having the best time.
Gentle feelings produce profoundly beneficial effects upon stern natures. It is the spring rain which melts the ice-covering of the earth, and causes it to open to the beams of heaven.
Colours 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 the earth on rainy mornings only.
Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again
And to tell the truth I don’t want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don’t want to sell my life for money, I don’t even want to come in out of the rain.
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.
When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
Water from a fountain quenches the excessive heat which would destroy this life. Thus water can be called the only everlasting source of continuous being.
I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’.
A house built on granite and strong foundations, not even the onslaught of pouring rain, gushing torrents and strong winds will be able to pull down.
It is a fascinating and provocative thought that a body of water deserves to be considered as an organism in its own right.
The second time I was pregnant friends would give me rubber bands to gnaw, because the first time, I had chewed things like a rubber bit that fell off the dishwasher. I remember driving once in the rain and the smell of my rubber-soled shoes in the damp caused me to pull over and start chomping on the rubber mat.
At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.
I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty… love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.
I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain; What a wonderful feeling, I’m happy again.
We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.
Oh, for five hundred Elijahs, each one upon his Carmel , crying unto God, and we should soon have the clouds bursting into showers. Oh, for more prayer, more constant, incessant prayer! Then the blessing would rain upon us.
Yes, she is the fruit that will Sustain me and yes, she brings A rain that I know can chill But it is a rain so sweet and sings A song my soul insists That I follow, if I would exist As more than I have ever, ever been If my mother calls it evil, then I embrace the sin
I was absolutely a non-starter at games. My report for rugby said, ‘Nigel’s chief contribution is his presence on the field.’ I used to pray for rain and sometimes it did rain – and we played anyway.
One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.
Reach for the sky
Keep your eye on the prize
Forever in my mind
Be my golden sunshine
It’s raining in your mind
So push them clouds aside
Forever by my side
You’re my golden sunshine
Keep your eye on the prize
Forever in my mind
Be my golden sunshine
It’s raining in your mind
So push them clouds aside
Forever by my side
You’re my golden sunshine
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?
How many times do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:-
So many times do I love again.
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:-
So many times do I love again.
Everyone suffers. Rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. It falls on both the rich and the poor too. Leftist materialists imagine suffering to be a factor of economic circumstance.
With ‘Black Rain,’ I spent a lot of time with homicide detectives, and I spent a lot of time with different brokers on ‘Wall Street.’ It helps get the rhythm of the piece and the tone, and how overplayed or underplayed it might be. That’s also the magic of movies: You get to hang out and live these different lives.
Jesus Christ, this godamn rain, will someone put me on a train.
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
There is no sound more peaceful than rain on the roof, if you’re safe asleep in someone else’s house.
Barry Levinson saw me on a tape and put me in ‘Rain Man’ as the waitress who dropped the toothpicks. The scene was talked about a lot. Then, all of a sudden, I started to get more auditions.
The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, the smell of the wind itself cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man, for all things are the same breath – the animals, the trees, the man.
Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen for reply.
I do cut my hair regularly because otherwise, after a few months, I wouldn’t be able to see the ball any more – especially when there’s a lot of rain.
My mental analogy for TalkTalk is an ageing Ford Cortina going flat out in the fast lane of the M4 in the pouring rain. We are always hammering along faster than anybody thinks is sensible, with things not quite working, but huge enthusiasm.
What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease; a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together in the sound of the fast-falling rain. God, looking down upon the rainy earth, sees how faint are these lights shining in little windows, – how easily put out.
It is certain that not one drop of rain falls without God’s sure command.
The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!
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 play, and the owner was pretty annoying. He kept coming up to me during the show and asking me to play ‘Purple Rain.’
Rain is used as white noise when God is disgusted by too much prayer, when the sky is stuffed to bursting with the noise of what people need.
No Rain, No Flowers’ is an inside look into my journey of healing and growth.
When you do try to picture the boys who do ask you out, they’re absolutely featureless, like old carvings eroded by centuries of rain and wind.
If you are unhappy, even the moon irritates you, sweet things nauseate, music disturbs. When you are calm and centered inside, noise is musical, clouds are magical, rain is liquid love.
Charleston has something for everyone, rain or shine. Its architecture is unparalleled. Carriage rides are great for seeing the city and hearing the history behind certain houses and the area.
Left to it’s own devices, writing is like weather. It has a drama, a form, a force to it that shapes the day. Just as good rain clears the air, a good writing day clears the psyche. There is something very right about simply letting yourself write. And the way to do that is to begin, to begin where you are.
I just wanna get to the end of the day without it raining.
I go now to the wilderness to be a part of it; to accept my place in the world and its place in me; to grow into reality as a tree grows into the rain, to conform to the Earth as a stream conforms to the stones of its bed. To live. To aspire. To be.
Humor is laughing at what you haven’t got when you ought to have it … what you wish in your secret heart were not funny, but it is, and you must laugh. Humor is your own unconscious therapy. Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air, and you.
The most amazing live shows that I’ve ever seen were Rain Parade shows.
In rain water, I observed a small red worm and two other kinds of very minute insects; of those of the larger size, I judged that 30,000 together would not equal a coarse sand.
We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.
He was so benevolent, so merciful a man that, in his mistaken passion, he would have held an umbrella over a duck in a shower of rain.
I once had a leather jacket that got ruined in the rain. Why does moisture ruin leather? Aren’t cows outside a lot of the time? When it’s raining, do cows go up to the farmhouse, “Let us in! We’re all wearing leather! Open the door! We’re going to ruin the whole outfit here!”
Flowers are fragile and ephemeral…Even if you meant to protect them with a surrounding fence from wind and rain, they would die without sunlight…and a spindly fence has no power against a strong wind. – Haibara Ai
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today And then one day you find, ten years has got behind you No one told you where to run, you missed the starting gun.
No. Don’t never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It’ll come. Like the rain fallin’ from the heaven, it’ll come. Just don’t never give up on love.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
Cereal production in the rain-fed areas still remains relatively unaffected by the impact of the green revolution, but significant change and progress are now becoming evident in several countries
There is love like a small lamp, which goes out when the oil is consumed; or like a stream which dries up when it doesn’t rain. But there is a love that is like a mighty spring gushing up out of the earth; it keeps flowing forever, and is inexhaustible.
The rain comes when the wind calls.
Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.
If you want to take it up a step and aim to become a competitive gymnast, you have to be mentally strong and prepared to take on the workload of going to the gym every day, rain or shine.
I always keep a hoodie on me at all times ’cause you never know when it’s gonna rain, you never know when it’s gonna get a little cold at night. So, you always got to keep a hoodie. And I always keep like a earth tone hoodie ’cause it always goes with your outfit no matter what you have on.
I wanted to be a journalist, I thought it was glamorous and that I’d meet beautiful women in the rain.
My favorite movies were ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ and stuff that had a more classic comedy type feel, that more slapsticky stuff. It’s the comedy I’ve gravitated towards.
Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.
I saw the sunlight in a leafy place, Bathing itself in liquid green and amber– Where every flower had tears hid in its petals, And every leaf was lovely with the rain.
A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them … A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing. . .
On Saturday of MLK weekend, just days before the inauguration, thousands of people joined me in the nation`s capital to protect the dream of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. The icy rain did not deter us as we reminded Donald Trump and other leaders that we will not be silenced.
I wanted people to know that I’ve been through the rain. I’ve been broken into pieces; I had a daughter at such a young age. There were times people would say, ‘That’s it for her.’ But that didn’t happen.
Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.
Drip, drip, the rain comes falling, Rain in the woods, rain on the sea; Even the little waves, beaten, come crawling As if to find shelter here with me.
Western Nebraska is the only place in all my travels where I have seen the dust blowing and the rain falling at the same time.
The sun won’t shine since you went away, seems like the rain’s falling every day. There’s just one heart, where there once was two; that’s the way it’s gotta be until I get over you.
I’m thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he’s dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren’t about me.
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
Iranian filmmakers are not passive. They fight whenever they can, as creative expression means a lot to them. The restrictions and censorship in Iran are a bit like the British weather: one day it’s sunny, the next day it’s raining. You just have to hope you walk out into the sunshine.
When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking of what I have read in books of voyage and travel.
What we’re doing pop culturally is like burning the rain forest. The biodiversity of pop culture is really, really in danger.
But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman’s existence.
Life gives us no such handy markers – a storm comes, and far from this being a harbinger of death and collapse, during its course a person discovers love and truth, beauty and happiness, the rain lashing at the windows all the while.
Be like a train; go in the rain, go in the sun, go in the storm, go in the dark tunnels! Be like a train; concentrate on your road and go with no hesitation!
Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.
The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
If there be one righteous person, the rain falls for his sake.
After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon’s ring, Drops down into the night.
To render aid to the worthless is sheer waste. Rain does not freshen the Dead Sea, but only enables it to dissolve more salt.
The shortest period of time lies between the minute you put some money away for a rainy day and the unexpected arrival of rain.
The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.
That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. She is an albatross, Captain. Way I remember it, albatross was a ship’s good luck, ’til some idiot killed it. [to Inara] Yes, I’ve read a poem. Try not to faint.
The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.
I walk to Oxford Street and climb on the number 8. It’s freezing and it starts to rain and it’s the ugliest bus I’ve ever seen, rattling down the ugliest streets, in the ugliest city, in the ugliest country, in the ugliest of all possible worlds.
The stupid things you say in the rain, that can’t ever be washed away.
We do not want actions, but men; not a chemical drop of water, but rain; the spirit that sheds and showers actions, countless, endless actions.
Fishes and tales And a fisherman’s daughter Walks in the rain, She walks to the water To the sea.
I love performing outside because it’s as if the heavens are open and the elements become part of the stage show as well – you know, the wind and the rain and the thunder. It’s almost as if there’s a sense of invocation in performance.
Don’t take your toys inside just because it’s raining.
One of man’s basic concerns is a house – a place to find protection from the rain and elements. But a house can be much more than a building. It is the social context of his family life — the place where he loves and shares with this closest to him.
Why is it that showers and even storms seem to come by chance, so that many people think it quite natural to pray for rain or fine weather, though they would consider it ridiculous to ask for an eclipse by prayer.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference. Be wet with a decent happiness.
What’s nice about the rain is you don’t feel you have to live up to anything. Everything around you is so grey and wet and damp and dreary that you don’t feel you have to smile and percolate as you do on a sunny spring day.
She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.
All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
I can see clearly now that the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind, it’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shining day.
Those who hate rain hate life.
I’m not the guy who does slo-mo, or I’m not the guy who does splashing rain or doves flying or anything; that’s not me. Every film, I try and make it the way I see it in my head, and it really just depends on the script and the people I’m working with or whatever interests me at that particular time.
In lang, lang days o’ simmer,
When the clear and cloudless sky
Refuses ae weep drap o’ rain
To Nature parched and dry,
The genial night, wi’ balmy breath,
Gars verdue, spring anew,
An’ ilka blade o’ grass
Keps its ain drap o’ dew.
When the clear and cloudless sky
Refuses ae weep drap o’ rain
To Nature parched and dry,
The genial night, wi’ balmy breath,
Gars verdue, spring anew,
An’ ilka blade o’ grass
Keps its ain drap o’ dew.
We run around so much – with the best intentions: I want to save the rain forest. I’ve gotta clean up the oceans. I’ve gotta save the dolphins. All worthy efforts, but if you’re not centered and you don’t have the serenity in your life you need to accomplish that task, you’re not going to do a very good job.
To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?
I have everything I need. A square of sky, a piece of stone, a page, a pen, and memory raining down on me in sleeves.
Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn’t blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.
but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud.
We haven’t had any more rain since it stopped raining.
Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o’clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. [The Motto Of The U.S. Postal Service]
You reap what you sow, and sometimes the soil can be very dry, and sometimes it will bring a lot of rain.
On ‘Heavy Rain,’ the game started with something that happened to me when I lost my son, my six-year-old boy, in a mall. I was so scared. I was curious to see if I could create that impression, that fear, in a game, an interactive experience.
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. When I’m inspired, I get excited because I can’t wait to see what I’ll come up with next. Find out who you are and do it on purpose.
I try to find the beauty in things. On dark days, I sit in my armchair looking at clouds and I am awed at how rain is made.
