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  • #1
    “Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain.”
    Vivian Greene

  • #2
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #3
    Bill Watterson
    “Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.”
    Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book

  • #4
    “Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.”
    Roger Miller
    tags: rain

  • #5
    Dr. Seuss
    “The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.”
    Dr. Seuss, The Cat in the Hat

  • #6
    Mary Oliver
    “Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me"

    Last night
    the rain
    spoke to me
    slowly, saying,

    what joy
    to come falling
    out of the brisk cloud,
    to be happy again

    in a new way
    on the earth!
    That’s what it said
    as it dropped,

    smelling of iron,
    and vanished
    like a dream of the ocean
    into the branches

    and the grass below.
    Then it was over.
    The sky cleared.
    I was standing

    under a tree.
    The tree was a tree
    with happy leaves,
    and I was myself,

    and there were stars in the sky
    that were also themselves
    at the moment,
    at which moment

    my right hand
    was holding my left hand
    which was holding the tree
    which was filled with stars

    and the soft rain—
    imagine! imagine!
    the wild and wondrous journeys
    still to be ours.”
    Mary Oliver, What Do We Know

  • #7
    Sherwood Smith
    “The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.”
    Sherwood Smith

  • #8
    Kamand Kojouri
    “Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.”
    Kamand Kojouri

  • #9
    Robert Louis Stevenson
    “The rain is falling all around,
    It falls on field and tree,
    It rains on the umbrellas here,
    And on the ships at sea.”
    Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses
    tags: rain

  • #10
    “She isn't here, but around
    here, in a deep rain
    disappearing.”
    Jennifer Clarvoe, Invisible Tender

  • #11
    Mary Oliver
    “All morning it has been raining.
    In the language of the garden, this is happiness.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #12
    Ray Bradbury
    “The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #13
    Langston Hughes
    “Let the rain kiss you.
    Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
    Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

    The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
    The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
    The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night–

    And I love the rain.”
    Langston Hughes

  • #14
    Dejan Stojanovic
    “Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.”
    Dejan Stojanovic

  • #15
    “Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.”
    rajuda

  • #16
    Dejan Stojanovic
    “God is a cloud from which rain fell.”
    Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

  • #17
    “Rain is only rain. It reminds you how endless it can be.”
    Diaksha Maharaj, Hold Me While I Decompose

  • #18
    Jayita Bhattacharjee
    “Rain comes down as the sky kisses the earth.”
    Jayita Bhattacharjee

  • #19
    Franz Kafka
    “And all the time it's raining outside and doesn't look as though it will ever stop. Doesn't worry me at all, I'm under cover and am only embarrassed to eat my opulent Gabelfrühstük in front of the house painter who at the moment is standing on the scaffolding before my windows and who, furious about the rain which has temporarily stopped and about the amount of butter I'm putting on my bread, is splashing the windows unnecessarily (which is probably also only my imagination, since he is no doubt 100 times less preoccupied with me than I with him). No, now he is really working in pouring rain and thunder.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena



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