Raining Quotes

“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“For me,
you are fresh water
that falls from trees
when it has stopped raining. For me,
you are cinnamon that lingers
on the tongue and gives
bitter words
sweetening.
For me, you are the scent of
violins and vision
of valleys
smiling.
And still,
for me, your loveliness never ends.
It traverses
the world
and finds its
way back to me.
Only
me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“What are you staring at?"
"Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?”
― Jasleen Kaur Gumber

“A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.”
― Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable

“I love the way the rain melts the colors together, like a chalk drawing on the sidewalk. There is a moment, just after sunset, when the shops turn on their lights and steam starts to fog up the windows of the cafés. In French, this twilight time implies a hint of danger. It's calledentre chien et loup,between the dog and the wolf.
It was just beginning to get dark as we walked through the small garden of Palais Royal. We watched as carefully dressed children in toggled peacoats and striped woolen mittens finished the same game of improvised soccer we had seen in the Place Sainte Marthe.
Behind the Palais Royal the wide avenues around the Louvre gave way to narrow streets, small boutiques, and bistros. It started to drizzle. Gwendal turned a corner, and tucked in between two storefronts, barely wider than a set of double doors, I found myself staring down a corridor of fairy lights. A series of arches stretched into the distance, topped with panes of glass, like a greenhouse, that echoed the plip-plop of the rain. It was as if we'd stepped through the witch's wardrobe, the phantom tollbooth, what have you, into another era.
The Passage Vivienne was nineteenth-century Paris's answer to a shopping mall, a small interior street lined with boutiques and tearooms where ladies could browse at their leisure without wetting the bustles of their long dresses or the plumes of their new hats.
It was certainly a far cry from the shopping malls of my youth, with their piped-in Muzak and neon food courts. Plaster reliefs of Greek goddesses in diaphanous tunics lined the walls. Three-pronged brass lamps hung from the ceiling on long chains.
About halfway down, there was an antique store selling nothing but old kitchenware- ridged ceramic bowls for hot chocolate, burnished copper molds in the shape of fish, and a pewter mold for madeleines, so worn around the edges it might have belonged to Proust himself. At the end of the gallery, underneath a clock held aloft by two busty angels, was a bookstore. There were gold stencils on the glass door.Maison fondée en 1826.”
― Elizabeth Bard, Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes

“It started raining and suddenly memories drenched my soul...”
― Avijeet Das

“It commenced raining one day and did not stop for two months. We went through ever different kind of rain they is, cep'n maybe sleet or hail. It was little tiny stinging rain sometimes, an big ole fat rain at others. It came sidewise an straight down an sometimes even seem to stand up from the ground. Nevertheless, we was expected to do our shit, which was mainly walking upland down the hills an stuff looking for gooks.”
― Winston Groom, Forrest Gump

“It's hard to escape the rain when it's inside your mind.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Rain always seems to me like a thousand little kisses from Heaven.

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Regen kommen mir doch immer vor wie tausend kleine Küsschen aus dem Himmel.”
― Elke Heinrich

“Still there are worse things than playing in the rain.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“It was raining that night, when we kissed for the first time.”
― Avijeet Das

“When it rains, God sits on his throne and listens to his favorite music — the sound of thunder.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“I don't belong to any man. I don't belong to any woman. I don't belong to any religion. I don't belong to any country. I don't believe in borders. I don't believe in hate. I am as old as the mountains. I am as vast as the sky. I am as deep as the ocean.

They asked me my name.
And I said I am the rain.”
― Avijeet Das

“When it's raining, I like to drive like a Monet painting, as I turn off my wipers and let the lights blur the shapes. Makes traveling more romantic.”
― Jarod Kintz, 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat

“One good thing about the rain is that it is not only destructive, in that it can bring dead plants back to life.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“The rain always reminds me of your sublimity...”
― Avijeet Das

“She liked it best when it was raining, and she sometimes imagined that in one of the many tall buildings there was another Gerty mopping the floor and looking back at her, a Gerty who had witnessed and learned from the many mistakes this Gerty had made. A Gerty who would do things right.”
― Jean-Luke Swanepoel, The Thing About Alice

“My idea of happiness is a rainy evening with a comfortable book to read.”
― Charles East, Sarah Morgan: The Civil War Diary Of A Southern Woman

“While a single word spoken might appear to be little more than a handful of syllables, it can rain down a lifetime of destruction. Therefore, the more you keep your mouth shut, the less it rains.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Rain is the purest of natural happenings.”
― Will Advise

“night has enveloped, to give me some relief
now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief

where blood quenches the thirst
disloyalty is faith last and first
is the religion my beloved belongs to

I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand
let me take her by the hand
heard of her about sorcery
her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb
from just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila

my nights worthless, body breathless
every moment, feeling restless
be silent and hear, hear me, my cries
don't forget the promise you swore
I have lost my childhood over you

don't know, how these years left me alone
sufferings, separation, theft me alone
I never knew how pain excrutiates
sometimes, i enlivened you my dear
Love is a blessing, and not a fear

in a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn
glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn
I gaze from a window in Kashmir
For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing
In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying”
― Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

“The truth is raining down on the biologically toxic Thirty Meter Telescope (TMT) atop the sacred Hawaiian mountain of Mauna Kea.”
― Steven Magee

“The truth is raining down on the toxic Trump administration.”
― Steven Magee

“It is the dawn of a new day, and it is raining cats and dogs.
Like a child, dance in the rain, and forget your sorrows.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“Petrichor is the earth unearthing itself on a rainy day.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“I love how the garden brightens after getting drenched by rain.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“The rain is nature’s tears of joy.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“It began raining harder and my thoughts drifted towards the waterfall from the night before. I wondered if the water might work itself into a frenzy around me and drag me down the cliff with it. Flash floods were common in this type of landscape; they came every time it rained. It kept coming down, harder and harder. I cozied up closer to the frigid rock and buried myself deeper in my tank top. By this point, the rain was building into streams and flowing off the rocks around me. I sat there in the fetal position, wondering if the rain was going to sweep me from my feeble perch and down into the dark abyss.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“Raindrops are kisses from heaven.”
― Steven Magee

“Sunshine doesn't need to end just because it is raining.”
― Anthony T. Hincks