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That rain is the best which falls steadily on the earth. A sudden and excessive downpour ruins the fields.
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.
We love rain cause raining means cleaning sins
As a child, rain meant endless amusement; in youth it meant romance; in middle-age, nothing mattered except the struggle of everyday living; but it was in the last leg of one's life when the rains assumed their sinister avatar. Thimma
The delicous breath of rain was in the air.
Do you realize, Tyler,' says Anna-Louise, 'the entire time we were in the forest it rained steadily and not once did we approach a state of moistness? There was a storm and we didn't even know.
When it rains, the river will try and and take you away from me.
Which is why, when it rains, we must hold onto each other, just a little tighter.
I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.
It rained a couple of hours ago - it rains every single day, world without end -
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
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.
Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain?
Do you see the power of the rain?
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.
It never rains but it damn well pours and I was afraid I'd be washed away in the deluge.
Once the rain starts falling it's hard to tell it to stop ...
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
It's raining. Inside my head.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
Take an umbrella, it's raining.
There was rain on steroids.
Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.
I love the rain. It helps me think.
Why does it always rain on me?
No one likes rain but rain brings us pleasure for once pleasure's gone we learn what to treasure.
It never rains in Tiger Stadium,
The rain is a necessary prelude to beautiful weather. So even if your heart is in downpour right now it only means it will become exceptionally beautiful in time.
Every drop of rain hits its appointed target.
The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.
The good rain, like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.
After rain comes fair weather.
Everyone is making love or else expecting rain
The rain petered out to a light mist
The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains.
I've been having a dry spell and it's time to make it rain," I
God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms.
The divine harbinger of summer - warm rain.
The rain is a noisy thing, splashing and pattering and rattling the rooftops.
And it rained a fever. And it rained a silence. And it rained a sacrifice. And it rained a miracle. And it rained sorceries and saturnine eyes of the totem.
The real rain dance is when the rain dances.
Winds blew, evil winds, winds that pissed on the citizens, piss disguised as rain.
I'm just waiting for people to start asking me to make the rain disappear.
He has the expression of someone who wishes the rain would stop.
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.'
Umbrellas raining upon me, as these cloudy tears give me shelter.
The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.
God is in the rain.
Beth feels likes this storm. Constant and persistent as a whole, but the more I get close and try to clutch the individual drops of rain, the more the water falls out of my hands.
It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.
There will always be a storm. You may be rained on or cause the rain yourself. I much prefer the latter.
Outside, the world whistled. The rain was stained.
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!
I love the rain. It's my favorite weather.
That summer rain I mean that is so quiet and matter of fact and falls straight down like a curtain. Now
Well you know what they say. It's always raining somewhere.
It's our rain, Beth.
Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
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.
Rain slips through your fingers as easily as words blow away in the wind, and yet it has the power to destroy your whole world.
At least it wasn't raining. It started to rain.
Rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
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 don't remember yesterday. Today it rained.
You would like to read, but somehow the rain gets into the book, too; not literally, and yet it really does, the letters are meaningless, and all you hear is the rain.
Outside the rain finally began to fall, surging in fits and starts. "I love the way it rains here," he told her. "It reminds me that some forces of nature can never be entirely subdued. They are eternal, which is a far better thing to be than immortal.
This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.
Rain says everything we cannot say to one another. t is an ancient sound that willed all life into being, but fell so long upon nothing.
I am a connoisseur of rain (all of us introverts are).
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
rain or snow. Mama worried and Papa was impressed;
Those who want rain, must also accept the mud.
Some people dance with singing rain; some people get wet with misery and pain.
You talk like winter rain.
The rain had begun at dusk, spewing from the sky like someone had opened an artery. Beneath
I love rainstorms...the thunder, lightning, wind, all of it. So much going on at once, so many emotions...just like me.
The rain that falls wherever it pleases. I want to be that rain.
When it rains out, it also rains in.Rains-- Don Delillo
The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.
It can't rain all the time.
Do you remember
the summer of the rain...
You must let everything fall that wants to fall.
I close my eyes and listen to the voices of the rain.
When it rains, I remember
I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you.
Clear skies do not promise rain.
Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.
Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
The rain falls endlessly, and even on the hottest of summer days, blooming white cumulus clouds float above, their shadows reminding you that summer's heat is fleeting, and the rain's never far off
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
I love the rain of the whole human race.
Petra Hermans
Rain scatters plum petals; Weeping stains the earth. One can only take shelter And wait for clearing.
Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ... If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.
Then the clouds curtsy in, the rain kneels upon the land, and the weather knocks them back a whole day and a half.
The rain is the sky crying for the death of summer.
You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies ... so we can dance.
The nicest thing about the rain is that it always stops. Eventually.
Deep in the rain forest it was doing what it usually does in rain forests, which was raining: hence the name.
After a while it sort of began to rain, which is to say that it was the kind of rain that never comes to a decision about whether it's actually raining or not. Driving in it, you would never have been certain whether or not to turn on your wipers.