Top 100 Rain Was Quotes
#1. ... 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
#2. 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
#3. 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
#4. 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
#5. The world did have too many words. The sound of the rain was all we needed.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#6. '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
#7. The rain was steady and unrelenting and, like all steady and unrelenting things, boring.
Ross Thomas
#8. 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
#9. rain - was grappling for her wallet. "Maybe
Donna Tartt
#10. I willed myself to stay awake, but the rain was so soft and the room was so warm and his voice was so deep and his knee was so snug that I slept.
Harper Lee
#11. And the rain was brain colored
and the thunder sounded like something remembering something.
Stan Rice
#12. Sometimes the rain was more pleasing than the sun. Sometimes the hurt was more fulfilling than the healing. And sometimes the pieces of a puzzle were
Brittainy C. Cherry
#13. We sat on the picnic bench, not talking, not looking at each other, but being quiet and okay. The rain was almost gone, nothing but a thin chilly fog. For now, I just wanted to sit on the picnic bench with him and not be anything but fine and uncomplicated.
Brenna Yovanoff
#14. The "rain" was nothing more than the emergency sprinkler system gone wild. All this trouble could be easily explained: the sprinklers malfunctioning. Maleficent had done her job well.
Ridley Pearson
#15. Rain was falling, quiet rain, penetrating, like thick fog. You know, the terrible rain that rubs out the hours, that lies outside of time, in the eternity of sadness that no longer dares to name itself, autumn rain that erases even the memory of a possible return of summer. It was raining like that.
Marie Bronsard
#16. She would watch with glee as Rain was relegated to standing in her shoes; Easter hoped to God they pinched.
Bernice L. McFadden
#17. Rejection is part of the process, so you can't let it crush you. My first three novels never made it into publication, but my fourth, 'Sheltering Rain,' was translated into 11 languages.
Jojo Moyes
#18. The lake district's rain was the price you paid to live amongst such beauty.
Michael Wood
#19. Singin' in the Rain was most excellent if you like movies where people burst into song and tap-dance. Which I do, though not as much as I like movies where people don't.
E. Lockhart
#20. Hastily flinging her cloak around her she opened the door and followed, putting out the candles as if she were never coming back. The rain was over and the night was now clear.
Thomas Hardy
#21. The delicous breath of rain was in the air.
Kate Chopin
#22. The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the flat roof, sounding like footsteps on the ceiling.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#23. Yet the motion of the saw has not faltered, as though it and the arm functioned in a tranquil conviction that rain was an illusion of the mind.
William Faulkner
#24. It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos. It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country's main export. It had rain mines.
Terry Pratchett
#25. The opening screen of T'Rain was a frank rip-off of what you saw when you booted up Google Earth. Richard felt no guilt about this since he had heard that Google Earth in turn was based on an idea from some old science fiction novel
Neal Stephenson
#26. She was back in western Washington state, where rain was so prevalent that a day of sunshine was the lead story on the local news.
Susan Mallery
#27. The delicious breath of rain was in the air.
Kate Chopin
#28. The rain was pouring down again. The wind came in fitful gusts. The depressing sound of the pattering rain nearly drove them mad. By
Agatha Christie
#29. Rain was roaring on the tin roof now, and lightning struck close by, blue-white and sharp with ozone. We rode it together, forked and light-blind, breathless, and the thunder rolled through our bones.
Diana Gabaldon
#30. Outside, the world whistled. The rain was stained.
Markus Zusak
#31. I was cutting and threading pipe in the tunnels to get water into the shower rooms for athletics. I was repairing old metal windows, fixing cement walls where rain was coming through, and drying out the maple gym floors in hopes of removing the warping.
Tom Baker
#32. It seemed a strange thing to him, when earth was earth and rain was rain, that scrawny pines should grow in the scrub, while by every branch and lake and river there grew magnolias. Dogs were the same everywhere, and oxen and mules and horses. But trees were different in different places.
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
#33. She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad - she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes - the toad became beautiful.
C.S. Lewis
#34. Dorian's scar itched. It did that when he was agitated, or angry, or experiencing anything one might call emotion. Or when rain was on the horizon, but he didn't think that was entirely relevant to why it was itching now.
Melissa Grey
#35. In England, rain was thin and cold, and made you hunch up inside your coat, walking home from the bus stop. In Jamaica, it was wide and thick and invited you to step into it, and see how wet you could get, and be thrilled that it was warmer than the sea and warmer than your skin; it was abandon.
Sadie Jones
#36. Gurney's a romantic," the Duke growled. This talk of killing suddenly disturbed him, coming from his son. "I'd sooner you never had to kill ... but if the need arises, you do it however you can - tip or edge." He looked up at the skylight, on which the rain was drumming.
Frank Herbert
#37. I looked out at the street beyond the overhang. The rain was coming in at gray angled streaks. One of my hands moved to her cheek. I closed my eyes. Her skin was wet from the rain and I thought of tears.
Barry Eisler
#38. I like the 'Blackwell' adventure games, and I'm fond of some of Telltale's games, like 'Hector' and 'Puzzle Agent' - simple stories, but fun. I thought 'Heavy Rain' was amazing.
Jane Jensen
#39. Thursday afternoon, the dark clouds closed in, and by Friday morning a heavy rain was falling. The mountain peaks were hazy sentinels, disappearing into misty fog that clung to the valley.
Danika Stone
#40. With his hair sticking out in all directions, his suit askew and his tie full of stains he sat there talking, his eyes aglow, they were really glowing, and I will always remember it, for it was pitch-dark outside, the rain was beating against the windows, it was Christmas Eve in Norway 1986,
Karl Ove Knausgard
#41. Life is about choices. Some we regret, some were proud of. Some will haunt us forever. 'Black Rain' was very much about choices. The message - we are what we chose to be.
Graham Brown
#43. The rain beat softly upon the shingles, inviting them to drowsiness and sleep. But they dared not yield. The rain was over; and the sun was turning the glistening world into a palace of gems.
Kate Chopin
#44. 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
#45. 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
#46. 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
#47. a willow tree was weeping from the heavy rain, a coy pond nearly overflowing.
Marissa Meyer
#48. I wished it was raining," he said.
"I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#49. Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.
Kristen Schaal
#50. 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
#51. The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.
W. Somerset Maugham
#52. 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
#53. 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
#54. 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
#55. 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
#56. 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
#57. 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
#58. 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
#59. The truth was in her voice as sure as rain and sunshine are in a green blade of grass.
Dean Koontz
#60. 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
#61. 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
#62. 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
#63. I was told that when I'm dancing, I give off the feeling of a rainy day.
Rain
#64. The desert was bad, but nothing could compare with the horrors of a tropical rain forest.
Tahir Shah
#65. 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
#66. 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
#67. 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
#68. 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
#69. 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
#70. 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
#71. 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
#72. If people were rain, I was drizzle. She was hurricane.
John Green
#73. 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
#74. It rained for a short time while I was running, but it was a cooling rain that felt good.
Haruki Murakami
#75. If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.
John Green
#76. Deep in the rain forest it was doing what it usually does in rain forests, which was raining: hence the name.
Douglas Adams
#77. 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
#78. It was a sound as soft as the first drop of rain on a century of dust.
Terry Pratchett
#79. When I was a kid, we never heard of smog, ozone depletion, acid rain, green house gasses.
Dennis Weaver
#80. 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
#81. 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
#83. 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
#84. 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
#85. I was unlovable in his eyes and so therefore I was unlovable in my own eyes.
J.R. Rain
#86. 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
#87. 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
#88. [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
#89. 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
#90. 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
#91. 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
#92. The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#93. 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
#94. 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
#95. 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
#96. 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
#97. 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
#98. 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
#99. 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
#100. 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
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