“The rain came down in buckets." [I know, I know, but I was only 13.]” — Randy Chandler Copy Share Image
“Rain came down in sheets. It had been a miserable spring. Already he despaired of ever again walking under an unclouded sky.” — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“Rain came pouring down when I was drowning That's when I could finally breathe” — Taylor Swift Copy Share Image
The rain came down upon my head - unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and def and blind. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“i tried to write your name in the rain but the rain never came so i made the sun” — The Neighbourhood Copy Share Image
A big moment for me came when 'Singin' in the Rain' came out. It hit me like a sledgehammer - that's what… — Denis Lawson Copy Share Image
The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“Not only was there no traffic but the rain came down in buckets and I had no shelter. I had to run… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“The rain came before I'd gone a block. A few drops at first, and then a downpour. I didn't turn back. I… — Makiia Lucier Copy Share Image
“She sat on the dock at the lake and watched the clouds thicken. She wished it would rain hard and long and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“[W]alking sometimes in a perfectly desolate plain where there have been no houses nor trees to guide me, I have been occasionally… — Edwin Abbott Abbott Copy Share Image
“... but then the rain came down and rained, heavier on the downswing than the up, and hanging on to my seat… — Joseph McElroy Copy Share Image
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I never seem to find what I'm looking for, though. I suppose I feel, these days, too aware of schedules and things,… — Quentin S. Crisp Copy Share Image
“The true rain came in a monster wind, and the storm broke in blackness over the hills and the bloody valley; the… — Michael Shaara Copy Share Image
“It looked like it was going to rain. They always came this time of year, the rains. I heard the distant thunder.… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“... and she turned for the stairs as the sound of rain came, finally, scattered across the roof, a fall that now… — William Gaddis Copy Share Image
“All of the waves and waters hastened, suffering, towards goals, many goals, to the waterfall, to the sea, to the current, to… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“If it makes you happier – I’m free.’ The rain came in sudden great swathes across the tree-tops and hit the windows… — John Fowles 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
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The morning of that day, as Gabriel rose and started out to work, the sky was low and nearly black and the… — James Baldwin Copy Share Image
“As it was, nothing happened except the two of us watching the sea come in and go out again, listening to the… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
“Lines written for a thirtieth wedding anniversary Somewhere up in the eaves it began: high in the roof – in a sort… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
“Miami hadn’t seen three straight days of drenching rain in more than a year. But as Brian waited to hold a tennis… — Luke Young Copy Share Image
“In the morning it was raining. A fog had come over the mountains from the sea. You could not see the tops… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“When the rain came it came first as the scent of rain, the grey air stained darker behind the hills. Then when… — Kirsty Gunn Copy Share Image
When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices,… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image