I liked the rain. It made it harder, the harder the better. I didn't see accidents but there are a lot of broken cars out there.
I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.
The lasting legacy of the Cooter Smash is that I'm the first to know when it's going to rain. That's right. I both sing and predict the weather with my hoo hoo.
There is no sound more peaceful than rain on the roof, if you're safe asleep in someone else's house.
Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ambitious pains; And rains down life until the basin spills, And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains As though to choose whatever shape it wills.
I don't like L. A. It's just not fun. I don't know why, but I just don't get it. You have to drive to get everywhere, and when it rains everybody freaks out.
Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.
When you wish for so long that you could hear something, and then suddenly, with no warning, you do, it is like a lightning strike and rain on parched ground at the same time. You're stunned, but you cannot hear enough.
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
Well let there be sunlight, let there be rain Let the brokenhearted love again Sherry, we can run with our arms open before the tide.
Things are tough all over, cupcake, an' it rains on the just an' the unjust alike. . . except in California.
That rain is the best which falls steadily on the earth. A sudden and excessive downpour ruins the fields.
The king can drink the best of wine -So can I;And has enough when he would dine -So have I;And can not order rain or shine -Nor can I. Then where's the difference - let me see -Betwixt my lord the king and me?
In summer winter rain or sun, it's good to be on horseback.
I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.
You cannot force things to happen before their time. The Spring Will come and the flowers will blossom, but you cannot force the Spring. The Rain will come, the clouds will cover the sky, the whole thirst of the earth will be gone- but you cannot force it. And this is the beauty. . . that the more patient you are, the quicker is the coming of Spring.
Dirk turned on the car wipers, which grumbled because they didn't have quite enough rain to wipe away, so he turned them off again. Rain quickly speckled the windscreen. He turned on the wipers again, but they still refused to feel that the exercise was worthwhile, and scraped and squeaked in protest.
Rain is my lover, my apple strudel. It haunts my heels like a pedigreed poodle. Beyond the seas or across the nation, It follows me faithful on every vacation.
listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in the next room? not here, not there: you hear them in another time that is now, listen to the footsteps of time, inventor of places with no weight, nowhere, listen to the rain running over the terrace, the night is now more night in the grove, lightning has nestled among the leaves, a restless garden adrift-go in, your shadow covers this page.
It would be ridiculous to talk of male and female atmospheres, male and female springs or rains, male and female sunshine. . . . How much more ridiculous is it in relation to mind, to soul, to thought, where there is as undeniably no such thing as sex.