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I don't mind summer rain. In fact I like it. It's my favourite sort.' 'Your favourite sort of rain?' said Thea. I remember that she was frowning, and pondering these words, and then she announced: 'Well, I like the rain before it falls.
When we are bone-dry, all we need is a heavy rain!
Dust Glitter Rain
We love rain cause raining means cleaning sins
It was midsummer, but fresh water from the gasping sprinklers made the lawn glitter like spring.
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
Thunderstorm precedes heavy rain.
Lord, I believe it's raining all over the world.
There are many changes in the weather of a day.
The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.
This rain is tears shed by the souls of the departed.
The delicious breath of rain was in the air.
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.
Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It's fine, it's not, it's suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!
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
I would use the same word to describe both my joy and the rain: torrential. This - this - this is all I ever wanted from the world: wide-open spaces and cooling rain and the chance to run.
I am a connoisseur of rain (all of us introverts are).
Rain rain go away, come again another day
For raging wind blows up incessant showers
Outside, the world whistled. The rain was stained.
That special Manchester rain that manages to be both vertical and horizontal at the same time.
Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom - the cold, dark air - that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.
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!
Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
The rain had begun at dusk, spewing from the sky like someone had opened an artery. Beneath
Rain scatters plum petals; Weeping stains the earth. One can only take shelter And wait for clearing.
The rain is slow.
Was still a fine, persistent drizzle. There was a word in Scots for it - smirr.
Do you see the power of the rain?
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
I don't think carrying an umbrella during monsoons is luck.
For one short wet month early in the next year the drought lifted. Spring tipped in like green well water frothing at the hedges bubbling at the roadside splashing from the cottage roof in garlands of ivy and stringflower
He has the expression of someone who wishes the rain would stop.
That is the way a summer rain can take hold in you- like a new heart, beating in time with another's.
Umbrellas raining upon me, as these cloudy tears give me shelter.
Rain. Tumble, bumble and, fall on me. Any old day, any old way. Come for a visit, or come for a stay. Rain, rain, don't go away.
Take an umbrella, it's raining.
Rainy season should fill us with joy, not malaria parasites.
There, about a dozen times during the day, the wind drives over the sky the swollen clouds, which water the earth copiously, after which the sun shines brightly, as if freshly bathed, and floods with a golden luster the rocks, the river, the trees, and the entire jungle.
God is in the rain.
Spring is the only time you can feel suddenly clean while you're getting muddy dirty.
As the spring rains fall, soaking in them, on the roof, is a child's rag ball.
A weeping grey sky
descends on my umbrella-
Bright daffodils dance.
Rain before sunset and we'll be in shelter.
There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both.
This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.
Summer has set in with its usual severity.
The rain swirls over the trees and roofs of the town, and the parched earth soaks it up, exuding a fragrance that comes only once in a year, the fragrance of quenched earth, the most exhilarating of all smells.
Clouds shed the agony of the sky and rain concludes it by covering us in filth. What do you think about the puddles of mud and traffic jams? I so hate rain.
Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."
[Indian Summer]
Tut, Tut, looks like rain
As it began, rain ended quickly in Yorkshire. There was no gradual waning of water, no silent mist to ease the way from heavy drops to dry skies. Instead, there was a simple change, like the snuffing of a candle. One moment, there was pounding rain, and the next ... silence.
It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.
I love rainstorms...the thunder, lightning, wind, all of it. So much going on at once, so many emotions...just like me.
It's raining. Inside my head.
The kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world. t
The rain is a noisy thing, splashing and pattering and rattling the rooftops.
Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
The choking humidity makes amphibians of us all, in Bombay, breathing water in air; you learn to live with it, and you learn to like it, or you leave.
Rain is simple, umbrella is simple; umbrella under rain is the magical meeting of these beautiful simples!
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
Everyone knows, at some level, that the sharp line between "good weather" and "bad weather" is a fiction, that we need rain as surely as we need sun.
The morning was so damp and misty
Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
Those who love the rain much cannot long remain dry!
Weather abroad
and weather in the heart alike come on
Regardless of prediction.
The rain petered out to a light mist
I am filled with humidity.
It is raining DNA outside.
A storm is coming. A great storm.
It wasn't a passing shower but a steady drumbeat of water, the kind of rain that settles in, puts its feet up and makes it clear that it's not going to leave.
It's a relief to hear the rain. It's the sound of billions of drops, all equal, all equally committed to falling, like a sudden outbreak of democracy. Water, when it hits the ground, instantly becomes a puddle or rivulet or flood.
The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.
Raindrop gangbang. Little water-based whore.
It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.
Oh, the weather outside is weather.
From now on .... When it rains .... Think of me
The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.
The sporadic drops turn into sprinkles, which then turn into full-on rain.
O my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops,
Who even when fountains are full and the land green,
Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain ...
Abruptly then it began to rain, I heard the swish of it behind me and turned in time to see it coming fast along the lane like a blown curtain, then it was against my face, a vehement chill glassy drenching.
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.
I spend a lot of time in L.A., and when it rains there you get the entire rainfall for the year in two days, raindrops the size of mangoes. And in Barcelona, the Mediterranean storms come up from the sea, thunder and lightning; it's like the end of the world.
If there is any danger in the present weather, in the name of God, Monsieur, wait until spring
It rained as if the gods were disconsolate, as if spring were a sorrow,
Summer ended. Hot golden days gave way to washed-out skies and falling rain. Isabelle was so focused on the escape route that she hardly noticed the change in weather. On
August is dust here. Drought
stuns the road,
but juice gathers in the berries.
all this Beethoven and rain
The rain that falls wherever it pleases. I want to be that rain.
Wafted up, The stealing cloud with soft grey blinds the sky And in its vapory mantle onward steps The summer shower.
The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.
Rain fell more steadily now. Grey and unrelenting. Nobody seemed to notice. Rain on the puddles. Rain on the high brickwork. Rain on the slate roofs. Rain on the rain itself.
The next day the weather was blown out, with whitecaps frosting the entire channel across to Lanai and the coconut palms whipping overhead like epileptic dust mops.
beautiful insane
in the rain
Earth's sweat, the sea.
British rain was rarely that simple. For days on end, instead of falling, it simply hung around in the air like a wife waiting for you to notice she was sulking.
Rain is the picnic when it rains.
It is the fine rain that soaks us through.