“In little pockets of conversation, old men were telling stories of ancient floods. Women were talking of about how much rain there'd… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
“My firm resolve was to escape my wicked cousin and my English captors. But the wind was howling, and rain was coming… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
I built the ideal house down in the Caribbean. All Englishmen dream of leaving the rain of England and getting a place… — Robin Leach Copy Share Image
“Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him,… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I saw 'Purple Rain' in the summer of '84, and, 'Spinal Tap' notwithstanding, it's the greatest rock & roll film of all… — Tom Morello Copy Share Image
“When I could hold my eyes open long enough, I did stare up at the rain pelting down on me. I’ve never… — J.A. Redmerski Copy Share Image
“Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps… — William Golding Copy Share Image
That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Rust, corrosion, wind, rain. The nibbling teeth of mice and the acrid droppings of insects and the devouring jaws of years. The… — Justin Cronin Copy Share Image
“Although it was only six o'clock, the night was already dark. The fog, made thicker by its proximity to the Seine, blurred… — Théophile Gautier Copy Share Image
“The return of the rain, beating out time on London's rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard… — Stephen J. Day Copy Share Image
“You Did it begin with the sky holding back its rain like a fist stopping just short of your face, the slight… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Sometime you go out and you wonder why these people are standing in the rain, and then you realize that years ago… — Boman Irani Copy Share Image
“As the wind swelled, my tree started to sway. Almost like a human body it swung back and around, gently at first,… — T.A. Barron Copy Share Image
To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
“There was a low growl of thunder, a flash of lightning and the skies erupted in a sudden downpour, emptying the streets… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“It commenced raining one day and did not stop for two months. We went through ever different kind of rain they is,… — Winston Groom Copy Share Image
Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
This song of mine Is a song of the vine To be sung by the glowing embers Of wayside inns, When the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Wake up now, look alive, for here is a day off work just to praise Creation: the turkey, the squash, and the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
There is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends. I have savored to the full… — Agnes Sligh Turnbull Copy Share Image
“I walk in the sprinkling rain like a lion. Pretty soon there won't be lions anymore. If I have to die to… — Richard Hell Copy Share Image
You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from… — Tim Finn Copy Share Image
Death was not. I lived in a simple drowse:Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms.Rain sweetened the cave and… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give… — Ann Voskamp Copy Share Image
“Ten minutes passed before his (Ranger's) Mercedes appeared at the end of the street, gliding through the rain, sleek and sinister, water… — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
There is love like a small lamp, which goes out when the oil is consumed; or like a stream which dries up… — Isaac of Nineveh Copy Share Image
