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Quotations about Rain

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Welcome to my page of quotations about lovely, wonderful, life-giving rain!  See also:  Weather, Rain & Happiness, Playing in the Rain, Smell of Rain, Rainbows, Sky & Clouds, Snow, Sunshine, Thunderstorms, Thunder & Lightning, Weather Forecasting, Wind, Weather & Windows  —ღ Terri

And all was silent as before, —
All silent save the dripping rain.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn. — The Second Day, Book First, "Prelude," 1872

There's an element of suspense in the air. The air is charged and dense... There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down. ~Don DeLillo, "The Desert," The Names, 1982

It rained wildly, desperately, as though the sky had something to prove. ~Abby Geni, The Lightkeepers, 2016

The squadron of clouds cast off their lashings, and one after another, in a long line, sailed up towards the north. The procession lasted a long while, and the earth could be felt swelling up with all those rains and with the reawakened life of the grass. ~Jean Giono (1895–1970), Regain, 1930, translated from the French by Henri Fluchè and Geoffrey Myers, Harvest, 1939

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, The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, 1836–1837

Tell me how many beads there are
      In a silver chain
      Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main...
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803–1849), Torrismond; an Unfinished Drama

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been...
~Edward Thomas (1878–1917), "Rain," 1916

The sound of the rain needs no translation. ~Morimoto-roshi

Rain and wind speak more
than just water and air
Rain patters hope
Wind whispers let go...
~Terri Guillemets

Fog is rain that whispers. ~Olivia Dresher

It was a messy, whipping, every-which-direction, cold drops in warm air, big-splattered summer rain. ~Terri Guillemets

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains as no artist could ever do! ~Henry Ward Beecher, "The Mountain Farm to the Sea-side Farm," 1855

The rain falls gently down,
and slowly fills my cup.
This never would have happened,
If raindrops all fell up!
~Tom Batiuk, "Funky Winkerbean," 1979

Today the rain came down as if it had forgotten how to stop. It cooled off the air to shivery coolness, it curtained the windows with silver streaks and played music on the roof... ~Cid Ricketts Sumner, Tammy Out of Time, 1958

And at last it comes. You hear a patter... you see a leaf here and there bob and blink about you; you feel a spot on your face, on your hand. And then the gracious rain comes, gathering its forces — steady, close, abundant. Lean out of window, and watch, and listen. How delicious!... the verandah beneath losing its scattered spots in a sheet of luminous wet; and, never pausing, the close, heavy, soft-rushing noise... ~John Richard Vernon, "The Beauty of Rain," 1863

Rain is a wet apology for the drought. ~Terri Guillemets, "Desert emotions," 2004

Hush! Still as death,
The tempest holds his breath
As from a sudden will;
The rain stops short, but from the eaves
You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves,
All is so bodingly still...
~James Russell Lowell, "Summer Storm," 1839

The crisp drenching rustle from the dry foliage of the perceptibly grateful trees... the little plants, in speechless ecstasy, receiving cupful after cupful into the outspread leaves, that silently empty their gracious load, time after time, into the still expecting roots, and open their hands still for more. ~John Richard Vernon, "The Beauty of Rain," 1863

Rain utters poetry in drops, splats, and puddles. ~Terri Guillemets

Some of the clouds in the west, backlit by an indigo dusk, were letting out spiderwebs of virga, rain falling in long and gossamer veils, but not touching ground. ~Craig Childs, Virga & Bone: Essays from Dry Places, 2019

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder....
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"

Hail is just angry rain. ~Terri Guillemets

Good night. I have said my prayer with the forest; stood to the dark and the rain; cast my voice on the storm. Though my body shall lie in heavy slumber, my petition has gone on, caught and carried in the surge of the trees, whirled in high vortex over the mountain, drifting in black mists through the fertile night. Acknowledged, answered, in the drip of the rain. ~Virginia Garland, "The Rain," Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the New, February 1908 clouds
raining on the live-green earth
refreshing its nature glory...
~Terri Guillemets, "Sunbeamed joy," 2011

The doors of abysmal gloom swing wide. Under the covert of the night the storm breaks loose. The heavily breathing earth, no longer passive, starts, turns with exhilarant response under a torrent of tingling rain... The swirling song of the storm calls to some dim, long-forgotten instinct, which is suddenly unleashed. I am athirst for the unencumbered impact of the rain... My shoulders are mantled in running scarves of rain... Over and through all, the soaking, palpable darkness, penetrating deep, deep, to the heart of the earth. ~Virginia Garland, "The Rain," Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the New, February 1908

A Ribes close by is covered with hanging pink blossoms; the intense green of the steep bank is due to there having hitherto been more April tears than smiles. ~Lady John Manners, "Belvoir at Eastertide," in The Garden: An Illustrated Weekly Journal of Horticulture In All Its Branches, 1886

sunlight shimmering through a leaf-clung raindrop
so heavy it has to fall but so happy it can't
like a rainy jewel, sparkling after the storm
a hummingbird lands ever so lightly on the tree
and whoosh! the gem falls free...
~Terri Guillemets, "The poetry of raindrops," 2015

Meantime there came a shower, which so besprinkled the grass and shrubbery as to make it rather wet for our after-tea ramble. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1842 August 15th

For months we have had scarcely any rain... The grass and the trees have seemed to remain at a standstill, as though waiting for something. When I pour waterpot after waterpot of water about the roots of some favourite or needy plant, the water runs off the caked ground... seemingly, without quenching the fever-thirst of the earth... the beauty of rain is a thing often missed, I think, even by those who do keep, as they pass through this world, a keen eye for the Creator's thoughts, embodied in beauty about them... ~John Richard Vernon, "The Beauty of Rain," 1863

I'm wet in rain
that never falls.
~Juan Hernández-Senter, "It Never Rains Here," Misquotations and Other Poems, 1990

It is beautiful when it rains far away in the distance, the bright sun shining on the mound on which you stand, and only a few guerilla drops heralding the approach of the shower towards you. ~John Richard Vernon, "The Beauty of Rain," 1863

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