#rain quotes

[moondenss]

[yourcozylibrary]

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”

— Sylvia Plath

[symphonyofhearts]

"When it rains, would you hold me in your arms? To feel the warmth of your embrace, with your eyes fixed on me as if admiring a piece of art, as we watch the rain fall like diamonds. I heard your heart whisper, "My love"

[inspowr]

[maispeakslove]

something about rainy days.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

A sweet fierce rain song.

John Lewis-Stempel, Meadowland: The Private Life of an English Field (entry for 15th February)

[nabihahahahhahaha]

I like people who smiles when it's raining :)

[unsigned-me]

Rainy Day Quotes

There is little weather I agree with more than those with rain. I will trade the blazing, burning days for the murky sky before it howls with wind and water.

“Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane, and making mournful music for the mind, I hear the singing of the frequent rain.” —W. A. Burleigh.

“In the evening or after the rain, the whole earth, its womb moist with a seed redolent of bitter almond, rests after having given herself to the sun all summer long.” —Albert Camus

“In raining bullets on those silent faces, already turned away from this world, you think you are disfiguring the face of our truth.” —Albert Camus

“How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, in the broad and fiery street, and in the narrow lane; how beautiful is the rain!” —Longfellow.

"The rain is as contrary as I ever was," she said. "It came because it knew I did not want it." She threw herself back on her pillow and buried her face. She did not cry, but she lay and hated the sound of the heavily beating rain, she hated the wind and its "wuther-ing." She could not go to sleep again. The mournful sound kept her awake because she felt mournful herself. If she had felt happy it would probably have lulled her to sleep. How it "wuthered" and how the big raindrops poured down and beat against the pane! "It sounds just like a person lost on the moor and wandering on and on crying," she said.” —Frances Hodgson Burnet

“The clouds consign their treasures to the fields, and softly shaking on the dimpled pool prelusive drops, let all the end pure or a a decision, o’er the freshened world.” —James Thomson.

“The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds passes with delicate change across my book.” — Nathaniel Parker Willis

“Clouds overlaid the sky as with a shroud of mist, and everything looked sad, rainy, and threatening under a fine drizzle which was beating against the window-panes, and streaking their dull, dark surfaces with runlets of cold, dirty moisture. Only a scanty modicum of daylight entered to war with the trembling rays of the ikon lamp. The dying man threw me a wistful look, and nodded. The next moment he had passed away.” —Fyodor Dostoevsky

What do you think of the rain? It’s it welcomed with arms wide, hair whipping about? Or is it scowled at like a misplaced paint stroke in your otherwise impeccable piece? No matter your opinion, I love you all the same.

If you have any additional quotes you’d like to share with me, by all means do share. Frances Hodgson Burnet is an author I need to reread properly, all those late nights smiling at a page… ah, I must read it again. If you’d like to read it with me, let me know, I’d be overjoyed to share.

Yours always,

Me.

[autumncottageattic]

A veiled hush had fallen over the world. All the young breezes that had been whispering and rustling so importantly along the Dawlish Road had folded their wings and become motionless and soundless. Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow flickered. The maple leaves at the bend of the road turned wrong side out until the trees looked as if they were turning pale from fear. A huge cool shadow seemed to engulf them like a green wave...the cloud had reached them. Then the rain, with a rush and sweep of wind. The shower pattered sharply down on the leaves, danced along the smoking red road and pelted the roof of the old forge right merrily.

As suddenly as it had come up, it was over and the sun was shining on the wet, glistening trees. Dazzling glimpses of blue sky appeared between the torn white clouds. Far away they could see a hill still dim with rain, but below them the cup of the valley seemed to brim over with peach-tinted mists. The woods around were pranked out with a sparkle and glitter as of springtime, and a bird began to sing in the big maple over the forge as if he were cheated into believing it really was springtime, so amazingly fresh and sweet did the world seem all at once.

Anne of Windy Poplars by L.M. Montgomery

[ehabest]

إنه نفس المطر الذي كنت تعشقه .. أغرقك the same rain you loved .. drowned you

[smiling-sakura]

I think rain is the most beautiful thing the world has to offer .

[yourcozylibrary]

“If people were rain, I was a drizzle, and she was a hurricane. “

– John Green

[chrissy-kaos]

"Remember that every drop of rain that falls bears into the bosom of the earth a quality of beautiful fertility."

-George Henry Lewes

[l-effleur]

For when it rains, it pours

Exposing seashells on low-tide shores

Rusts the hinges on unused doors

Demonstrating what's of no use anymore

Unknown

[deviiancetv]

"Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart." ~ Lone Alaskan

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

The upper wind settled in the West and deeper and wetter clouds rolled up to spill their laden rain on the bare heads of the Downs. Nothing could be seen all round the house but falling water. Frodo stood near the open door and watched the white chalky path turn into a little river of milk and go bubbling away down into the valley.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring