Top 100 Rain Was Quotes
#1. 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.
Ray Bradbury
#2. Though the rain had pitter-pattered, then pelted the carriages during the drive had stopped, the ground was wet and boggy, sucking at feet as though hoping to keep anyone from ever leaving the estate.
Jessica Lawson
#3. He was about an inch shorter than me, about half the width of me, and certainly not as good looking. Not everyone can be me. Who
J.R. Rain
#4. a willow tree was weeping from the heavy rain, a coy pond nearly overflowing.
Marissa Meyer
#5. I wished it was raining," he said.
"I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#6. Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.
Kristen Schaal
#7. At first I thought I was fighting to save rubber trees, then I thought I was fighting to save the Amazon rain forest. Now I realize I am fighting for humanity
Chico Mendes
#8. The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.
W. Somerset Maugham
#9. I remember one little rainy day I went searching for this apartment and I saw so many people standing on a stoop on the corner in the rain. Later I realized, that was drug traffic. They were all buying drugs.
Ai Weiwei
#10. The air was full of their scent, sweet and heady, and it seemed to me as though their very essence had mingled with the running waters of the stream, and become one with the falling rain and the dank rich moss beneath our fee
Daphne Du Maurier
#11. It was inestimably important for me to look at the lights of Amherst town in the rain, with the wet black tree-skeletons against the limpid streetlights and gray November mist, and then look at the boy beside me and feel all the hurting beauty go flat because he wasn't the right one-not at all.
Sylvia Plath
#12. Wow. What would you do if I said I was angry?'
'I would make fire rain from the heavens to smite your enemies with the flames of our shared rage.
Rachel Vincent
#13. Then I went to the windows and pulled them open. The rain had stopped and the night was very still, black except for the glow behind the western hills that marked the Burning Lands. A dog barked far off, once and no more.
John Christopher
#14. Grave doubts as to whether I was in my place in the church, would keep rising and floating about, like rain-clouds within me.
George MacDonald
#15. To maintain discipline in the military, it must have been necessary at that time. For soldiers who risked their lives in circumstances where bullets are flying around like rain and wind, if you want them to get some rest, a comfort women system was necessary. That's clear to anyone.
Toru Hashimoto
#16. The truth was in her voice as sure as rain and sunshine are in a green blade of grass.
Dean Koontz
#17. He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until th pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.
Leslie Marmon Silko
#18. Fire was Mr. Long's chosen element; he had no sympathy with the rain. Yet he knew water was preordained to win, in the end. In man's end, at least. No vault or sepulcher could keep out the damp forever, and even ashes dissolved.
R.A. MacAvoy
#19. Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart.
Karen Marie Moning
#20. I was told that when I'm dancing, I give off the feeling of a rainy day.
Rain
#21. The desert was bad, but nothing could compare with the horrors of a tropical rain forest.
Tahir Shah
#22. So he left the lagoon and entered the jungle again, within a few days was completely lost, following the lagoons southward through the increasing rain and heat, attacked by alligators and giant bats, a second Adam searching for the forgotten paradises of the reborn Sun.
J.G. Ballard
#23. The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour.
Charles Dickens
#24. Until now travel had always been a fraught affair. Each year until she was sixteen, it had been two weeks fighting with her sister in a caravan in Filey while her parents drank steadily and looked out at the rain, a sort of harsh experiment in the limits of human proximity.
David Nicholls
#25. You slip your hands inside my pockets.
Tell me nothing else would do. Without me, you can't live. And, you slip your heart into my chest. They both become one of the strongest pairs when strangers come.
Tegan Quin
#26. I didn't think about anything past tomorrow because anything past tomorrow was just like cloud busting - it depended soley on the person looking at the clouds and it could rain any minute.
A.S. King
#27. Camille's rain fell with such ferocity it was said to have filled the overhead nostrils of birds and drowned them from the trees.
Erik Larson
#28. It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
Stephenie Meyer
#29. ... the rain was a fine thing. She often preferred it to the warm slant of sun and the clear brilliance of cloudless blue skies. The rain was a soft gray curtain, tucking her away from the world.
Nora Roberts
#30. If people were rain, I was drizzle. She was hurricane.
John Green
#31. I was very innocent and shielded as a child, so I didn't know a lot about music or dancing. When I was in Primary Six, no one would participate in a talent show, so I decided to go on. When the audience applauded me, I felt euphoric, and I started dancing right after that!
Rain
#32. It rained for a short time while I was running, but it was a cooling rain that felt good.
Haruki Murakami
#33. If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.
John Green
#34. Deep in the rain forest it was doing what it usually does in rain forests, which was raining: hence the name.
Douglas Adams
#35. With the rain falling
surgically against the roof,
I ate a dish of ice cream
that looked like Kafka's hat.
It was a dish of ice cream
tasting like an operating table
with the patient staring
up at the ceiling.
Richard Brautigan
#36. It was a sound as soft as the first drop of rain on a century of dust.
Terry Pratchett
#37. When I was a kid, we never heard of smog, ozone depletion, acid rain, green house gasses.
Dennis Weaver
#38. We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.
Harriet Tubman
#39. Droughts especially appear to have accompanied the spirits of the dead in bee-form, and for this reason the honey offering was almost always customary in rain-magic, and the power of predicting rain was attributed to the bee.
Hilda M. Ransome
#40. And in the background of Early's story was her voice. Her soul. Her sadness and longing. Because when it's raining, it's always Billie Holiday. p. 81
Clare Vanderpool
#42. I still can't unsee Tommy's outfit: nighttime sunglasses, a dark blazer as loose and baggy as rain gear, sand-colored cargo pants with pockets filled to capacity (was he smuggling potatoes?), a white tank top, clunky Frankenstein combat boots, and two belts. Yes, two belts.
Greg Sestero
#43. Man's own form in space - his body - was a private prison; and that it was because of this imprisoning misery - because he was hungry and overworked and went to a horrid place called home late at night in the rain, and his bones ached and his head was heavy.
Willem De Kooning
#44. I was unlovable in his eyes and so therefore I was unlovable in my own eyes.
J.R. Rain
#45. My heart felt like it was going to explode as I burst out crying. He laughed, "Hey, what's with the April showers?" I half giggled, half sniffed as he wiped my cheeks with his thumb. "These are happy tears" I whispered. He grinned, "No rain, no rainbow.
Karli Perrin
#46. She was gracious and yet fading, like an old statue in a garden, that symbolizes the weather through which it has endured, and is not so much the work of man as the work of wind and rain and the herd of the seasons, and though formed in men's image is a figure of doom.
Djuna Barnes
#47. [I'll teach you] how not to leave the windows of your heart open when it looks like rain and how everyone has a stump where something necessary was amputated.
Steve Toltz
#48. When you don't have love, it is like there's a party going on and everybody was invited except for you ... and you just happen to walk by that house in the rain
Dane Cook
#49. How not to miss those days when the sun was a happy companion that stayed to play all year round and kissed me a careless nut brown? When Mother caught the sweet rain in her well behind the house, and the air was so clear that the grass smelled green?
Rani Manicka
#50. Now, Muriel Spark is said to have felt that she was taking dictation from God every morning
sitting there, one supposes, plugged into a Dictaphone, typing away, humming. But this is a very hostile and aggressive position. One might hope for bad things to rain down on a person like this.
Anne Lamott
#51. The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#52. Christmas was almost four months in the rearview mirror, and there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.
Joe Hill
#53. Late in the afternoon the sky changed to pale gray and there was rain in the air, the atmosphere close and stifling, and a silence clung heavily to the flat colorless plain.
Elmore Leonard
#54. He was tired and full of shame, and if Ernestino and the others wouldn't brave this rain, he would go it alone, he would find some place to sing, some place where, anonymous and numbed by drink, he could sing until he had forgotten everything.
Anne Rice
#55. Children are uncivilized, so have a staggering power to harm, especially those people whose hearts need mending. In that house an unhappy child was too much rain on a high water table. I poured it on and the terrain liquefied.
Elizabeth Knox
#56. 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.
Ruth Downie
#57. The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [ ... ] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.
Ray Bradbury
#58. Ma Parker stood, looking up and down. The icy wind blew out her apron into a balloon. And now it began to rain. There was nowhere.
Katherine Mansfield
#59. Their coupling was the coupling of the sea and the sky, of the rain and the parched earth. Of night and day, wind and water.
Anita Diamant
#60. The rain was falling steadily now, but she felt as though she were somehow in collusion with it; it lent the day something conspiratorial,
William Gibson
#61. Jun was a calm lake; Tomo was a waterfall. And I was the water, swept every which way, unable to shape myself into what I wanted.
Julie Kagawa
#62. Shit," he rasped. "Too much. This is too much."
Too much what? It wasn't enough, as far as she was concerned. "I like touching you."
"No one ever touches me." He took a deep, shuddering breath that somehow sounded ... pained, and not in a good way. "Nothing but the wind and rain ever does.
Larissa Ione
#63. There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was a radiant sight, like a cloud of chalk, in the mist of the drizzling rain.
Isak Dinesen
#64. It melted in the rain ... it all melted ... I'd been just about to go down into the earth. There was nothing else for it if I wanted to turn myself upside down again, you see.
Han Kang
#65. It was pretty miserable wretches that minded at all whether they were wet or dry. He could not understand why such people had been born. "It's nothing but damned eccentricity to want to be dry" he would say. "I've been wet more than half my life and never been a whit the worse for it.
Halldor Laxness
#66. The sky was black and spitting rain on my smiling face.
Yann Martel
#67. She was glad of the rain's privacy and intimacy. Making
D.H. Lawrence
#68. The world did have too many words. The sound of the rain was all we needed.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#69. But no statistic conveyed a true picture of Panama rain. It had to be seen, to be felt, smelled; it had to be heard to be appreciated. The effect was much as though the heavens had opened and the air had turned instantly liquid.
David McCullough
#70. Hmm, What did I love? I think all the scents. Mama's lilac trees, and the wild iris in the fields, and rain on the breeze on a hot day. Apple and pear blossoms. The hay just cut. The mix of odors in the barn when the sunlight was shafting through the cracks in the boards, heating everything up.
Jane Smiley
#71. It was a beautiful spring night, the air rain-washed and smelling of crushed blossoms, and Henry felt as if the muscles of his body were singing in unison.
Peter Swanson
#72. Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.
Haruki Murakami
#73. rain or snow. Mama worried and Papa was impressed;
Jane Smiley
#74. 'Singin' in the Rain' was the one for me. Yeah. I mean, Gene Kelly could just sway and never fall. He'd just sway and sway as he danced.
Vanessa Paradis
#75. Later he would declare that not getting hit was like running through rain and not getting wet.
James D. Bradley
#76. After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.
Denis Johnson
#77. The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising sun. Only the juvenile, the mad, and the newly in love noticed. The rest of the city got its head down and ploughed tearily into another day of neurosis.
Glen Duncan
#78. His knowledge of country lore was a little hazy, but he felt fairly sure that if the cows lay down, it meant rain. If they were standing it would probably be fine. These cows were taking it in turns to execute slow and solemn somersaults; and Tyler wondered what it presaged for the weather.
Terry Pratchett
#79. Later, Phyllis said that the one thing she remembered above all else about that week was the rain. A cold, driving rain from low-hanging clouds that never let up and never let the sun peek through. But then, that Sunday morning as she pulled her car into the hospital
Eben Alexander
#80. It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas.
Christopher Fowler
#81. Maybe one day I will meet her in real life. Her tears were my rain, her angry was thunder and lighting. I knew when it rained. I was doing something wrong, when It thundered I knew I had to write about her to make her happy. The Diary
Jeremy Limn
#82. The rain was steady and unrelenting and, like all steady and unrelenting things, boring.
Ross Thomas
#83. The rain made for an odd effect forty floors up, because you didn't get to see it hit anything on the way down, it was just a kind of static in the gray air.
Jonathan Dee
#84. I looked down both ends of the alley. To my left, two men had entered the alley. Their tense body language made me think they meant malice. Plus, what the hell were they doing walking like badasses down an alley when it was pouring rain?
Dennis Liggio
#85. I was thinking I would miss the rain. I wonder if you can experience the rain in Heaven, if God will let you dip your wings down ... But my biggest expectation now is just to live. I will not go gently into that goodnight ...
Farrah Fawcett
#86. Bonnie laughed, and I mean she threw her head back and cackled up into the rain.
They say it only takes a tablespoon of water to drown a person. I was hoping they were right. But Bonnie didn't drown, which was an amazing shame considering the size of her mouth.
Devon Monk
#87. Outside, the rain was still falling steadily; he could hear it pattering on the glass skylight at the far end of the room and cascading into the water-spouts. Inside, no one stirred; all were dozing like himself over their liqueur glasses, pleasantly conscious that they were in the dry.
Joris-Karl Huysmans
#88. The politeness was unbearable. They avoided touching each other, careful as strangers on a train ... A family can go on for years without the love that once bound it together, like a lovely old wall that stays standing long after rain has crumbled the mortar.
Kathleen Winter
#89. I am like Howard Beale. When he came out of the rain and he was like, none of this makes any sense. I am that guy.
Glenn Beck
#90. My father was in the civil service. I can remember standing in a bus shelter in the pouring rain, and that we were allowed candy floss at the end of the holiday if we had behaved.
Honor Blackman
#91. 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
Kristin Hannah
#92. The bath wasn't the best thing. Lying with him spooned up against her, listening to the rain rattle against the glass and his voice like a rolling wave ... that was the best thing.
Charlotte Stein
#93. The young world was without a spring: it knew nothing beyond rock and water. There was the colour of open skies and of sunrise and sunset. The only sounds came from the movement of water, whether of rain or streams or waves, from thunder, and from wind sweeping across rock.
Jacquetta Hawkes
#94. I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain. Even the clouds were trying to get away.
Markus Zusak
#95. rain - was grappling for her wallet. "Maybe
Donna Tartt
#96. To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?
J.R.R. Tolkien
#97. The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.
Celia Thaxter
#98. Rain falls on everyone, lightning strikes some. What cannot be changed is best forgotten. God made the world, and He saw that it was good. Not fair. Not happy. Not perfect. Good.
Mary Doria Russell
#99. You really romanticize the white-trash period of your life,' Rain once said to me, which I thought was a little hurtful but perhaps true.
Dan Chaon
#100. Storm, Rain, and Sunshine, huh? (Talon) My mother's doing. I'm just glad she stopped at three. I was told the next one would have been named Cloudy Day. (Sunshine)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
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