Disorder Quote by Tom Robbins

And it rained a fever. And it rained a silence. And it rained a sacrifice. And it rained a miracle. And it rained sorceries…

— Tom Robbins

“Rain washed down the windshield, obscuring the world outside like an oil painting splattered with turpentine. Lightning cut a jagged gash across the sky,…

— Joe Hart

Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers.

— Andrew Cherry

No rain but thunder, and the sound of giants.

— Mike Mignola

I was walking along a road one evening – on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went…

— Edvard Munch

And the rain was brain colored and the thunder sounded like something remembering something.

— Stan Rice

Natural thunder heralds the wetness of fresh water high clouds to quench the thirst of fields gone dry and parched, a messenger of blessed…

— Anna Akhmatova

A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if…

— Marcel Proust

It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.

— Edgar Allan Poe

“The rain rains”

— Moira Young

The hiss of the quenched element, the breakage of the pitcher which I had flung from my hand when I had emptied it, and,…

— Charlotte Bronte

I woke to the sound of rain.

— Sylvia Plath