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Life is but a day:
A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way
From a tree's summit
I listen to the rainfall,
my words wanna flow!
Droplets run down the wall,
where do they go?
Letters in the raw,
mesh together for the show!
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.
Blood like raindrops on the window.
A steady spray of mist silently soaks my fooyball jersey, an irritating rain we locals call spit. Not worth the trouble of opening an umbrella. Not worth spit. Kind of like me.
Rain drips from the sky
I hope it rains forever
If that's what it takes to wash you away from me
And when I'm clean
I'll finally be free.
Faith is like the freshness of dewdrops.
I know there is no finer thing than your dew on my tongue." Dew? We'd have to talk about love words in the future.
Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.
The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon
Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
What are you staring at?"
"Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?
The dew of compassion is a tear.
I discovered the secret of the sea in meditation upon a dewdrop.
Misty is the color of rain on a window.
The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides beyond the castle, shimmering in the morning sun like faerie dust sprinkled over a lush bed of emerald.
Like his eyes.
The sporadic drops turn into sprinkles, which then turn into full-on rain.
Heavy drops fall - drip, drip, drip - upon the broad flagged pavement, called from old time the Ghost's Walk, all night.
Every drop makes a ripple...
It started to rain. Fat, heavy drops of summer rain - the kind that always struck her as vaguely lewd and debauched. Little potbellied drunkards, those summer raindrops, chortling on their way to earth and crashing open with glee.
The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
Rain falls so lightly that it seems indistinguishable from fog.
The ocean is made of drops.
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.
red plastic rain
her tears stain
The delicious breath of rain was in the air.
If you should ever be blessed to be far enough from the cacophony of civilization when a heavy snow falls, you can even hear the very music of the iced dew's delicate descent. It is the repainting of a landscape in a thousand hues of white. It is the dance of the wind.
Good luck and Good work for the happy mountain raindrops, each one of them a high waterfall in itself, descending from the cliffs and hollows of the clouds to the cliffs and hollows of the rocks, out of the sky-thunder into the thunder of the falling rivers.
Relentless rain, like a non-stop talker.
A tear-drop of green.
It was pouring earlier, great sheets of rain, and now the clouds outside the window are crystal tipped like mountain peaks in the sky, rays emanating downward like an illustration in a children's bible.
The rain that falls wherever it pleases. I want to be that rain.
The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.
rain, I don't mind
What youth deemed crystal,age finds out was dew
there's rainbow behind the rain
Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf.
The dew waits for no voice to call it to the sun.
Dew. Their feet scuffed the dark sidewalks. Raymond had two moods now. Despair came with no warning, rogue waves of helplessness that sucked him out on a rippling tide. When it receded, he was left with a dry and
I am a connoisseur of rain (all of us introverts are).
its raining, shes made if sugar.
(The raindrops) played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow.
Life is a dancing dew drop on the tip of a leaf.
Rain drops are not the ones who bring the clouds.
A window covered with raindrops interests me more than a photograph of a famous person.
All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.
Infinite rain of chalk
There was rain on steroids.
I like rain, actually.Rain-- Bill Rodgers
The rain is slow.
Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?
The ruby droplets absorbed by the pitiful tourniquet.
I am ... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
I dream like a dew drop in the night
Then glitter in the morning sunlight
Then it evaporates to embrace the sky
What starts in clouded minds finishes in the rain
We all have moments with the dust, but the dew is given.
The timely dew of sleep.
Rainbow drops - suck them and you can spit in six different colours.
In a drop of rain can be seen the colors of the sun.
It is raining DNA outside.
For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.
Up came the sun, and drank the dew.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Rain brings rain of umbrella!
It is the fine rain that soaks us through.
Perfect sincerity and transparency make a great part of beauty, as in dewdrops, lakes, and diamonds.
One morning, very early, when the sun was up,I rose and found the shiny dew on every buttercup
It is not raining to me,
It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on distant hills.
By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew ... so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dewdrop are waiting for thee.
And the drops of rain. They are delicate, at first, their splashes graceful against pavement. Soon, though, the soft patter grows into a furious storm.
The final condensation.
Thou slanting rain! Thou Hebe of the Skies, That pours out drink to Earth; thou faithful wife That with moist tears embraces her prone lord. Thou mist intensified; thou double dew That drowns the drought, that heals the parched and burnt
Thou resurrection rain.
Today's teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows.
I have spent a fortune traveling to distant shores and looked at lofty mountains and boundless oceans, and yet I haven't found time to take a few steps from my house to look at a single dew drop on a single blade of grass.
Rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?
The rain petered out to a light mist
How light the raindrop's contents are;
how gently the world touches me.
From View With a Grain of Sand
The rain fell like dead bullets.
A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
Like dew I was born
Like dew I vanish
..and all that I have ever done
Is but a dream
Within a dream
Take of London fog 30 parts; malaria 10 parts, gas leaks 20 parts, dewdrops gathered in a brickyard at sunrise 25 parts; odor of honeysuckle 15 parts. Mix. The mixture will give you an approximate conception of a Nashville drizzle.
Leaving the air crystal and sweet and the dusty, used leaves sparkling. The lake surface was a diamond-dusted, dancing indigo ...
That summer rain I mean that is so quiet and matter of fact and falls straight down like a curtain. Now
Releasing big sparks of rain that seem almost to bruise me
Dancy can hear rain beginning to fall on the tar-paper roof of the cabin. Fat summer raindrops, and it's the sweetest sound, almost, sweet as the end of a fever, as ripe as red apples.
A plop of rain hit me on the face, one of those early raindrops that turns up five minutes ahead of all the others to let you know it's time to get indoors.
Dripping rain like golden honey-
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.
How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.
Your name is Rain, isn't it? Rain slips in the cracks and slides through the seams. You can do it? Can't you?
There's nothing sweeter than sweat.
It had rained, she said, and I imagined the beads of small water on the windshield like a thousand eyes, or each drop a small imperfect reflection of a perfect moment.
I love the rain of the whole human race.
Petra Hermans
A single drop of water that had escaped Piggy's fingers now flashed on the delicate curve like a star.
I am a deWinter. We do not froth.