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“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

“A light rain is about the most discreet and charming of nature's phenomena: it intrudes on tiptoe. p 76”
― Felipe Alfau, Chromos

“Who can say where anything truly begins? The cloud, the raindrop, the original speck of dust around which water collects? We can only ever locate the middle when we get to the end. And then, at the absolute end, what’s the point in finding the middle, or even the beginning?”
― Colum McCann, Twist

“Watching the rain
satisfies a deep yearning
akin to the parched finding water”
― Meeta Ahluwalia

“On the leaves, raindrops sparkle like jewels, while the ground releases that fragrance, the scent of wet earth, invigorating and earthy.”
― David Passarelli, Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow

“The raindrops tapped your windows like my lips tapped your back.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“I hear rain that sounds like Heaven, falls like favor, settles like glory, covers like mercy, soaks like worship & heals like oil.

I hear rain that breaks like iron, shatters like glass, shimmers like diamonds, redeems like silver and values like gold.

I hear rain that lifts like laughter, bends like shadows, leans like old men, jumps like young men, ignites like fire and glows like coal.

I hear GOD's rain on the edge of this city, on the top of this mountain, in the middle of this valley to the ports of this sea. I know I hear GOD's rain.

Soak us till we swell with mercy.
Drench us till we flow in love.
Drown us till we drink forgiveness.
Wash us till we stand made whole. (Copyright MD)”
― Michael A Dalton

“It's a cloudy day when the rain threatens sunshine.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“If you wait for the sun to shine, all that you will have are rainy days.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Are you hungry for rain, because a feast is coming?”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“I looked up to the sky and opened my mouth a little and enjoyed the rain's mineral taste. I am trying to do this now. Let moments get the best of me...”
― Matt Haig, The Life Impossible

“How I react to the rain won’t change the fact that it’s raining.”
― Rebecca Ryder, The Dream To End All Dreams

“Day after day the rain had fallen patiently.”
― Margaret Craven, I Heard the Owl Call My Name

“It did, indeed, rain that night, but it was the kind of rain they welcomed on a holiday. As they walked back from supper, big heat-drops began to spot the dusty pavement, and patter onto the parched leaves like grit falling on dry paper. It grew heavier after dark, and they lay comfortably in bed, listening to the steady fall, welcoming every drop that came down while it did not matter to them. But the morning was clear and fine once more, with everything cool and fresh for another sunlit day.
[The Fortnight in September]”
― R. C. Sherriff

“Rain on the West Coast was as much a part of the fabric of existence as economic precarity.”
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, Coexistence: Stories

“Sometimes grief comes as the autumn leaf, unspoken, yet rain-washed, for the tears gather silently, not knowing how to speak.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The rain fell gently, and a cold wind was blowing. Pedestrians wearing raincoats and rain boots and carrying colorful umbrellas could be seen walking swiftly along the cobblestone streets toward their manzil.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“To the heart of longing, everything becomes music. The tearful sigh turns into rain-laden clouds that then burst as the fount of heaven.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“There is no more beautiful love story than that between wind and rain.”
― Corina Abdulahm Negura

“Snowflakes are merely drops of rain clothed in the highest haute couture.”
― Corina Abdulahm Negura

“Like blossoms after rain, you too flower after weeping, for the soul is freshly watered with the tears of your heart.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“It's good to be the sunshine, but sometimes it's alright to be the rain, too. A good, balanced life needs both.”
― Sarah Morgan, Miracle on 5th Avenue

“i see new stars in constellations without names,
and i see oceans made of water not yet rained.”
― Erin Noel Christ, crabbing season: a collection of poetry and prose

“The rain began spilling from the clouds with greater intensity until, off in the distance, over wehere the sun had started to rise, the sky closed back up, and the night that was beginning to recede seemed to return. The main gate at the Media Luna groaned as it swung open, soaked by the wet breeze.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“Night of a thousand memories is dripping diamonds in the rain. This is the night to weave a poem of the forgotten love. O Heart, do not fall asleep.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Your memories left footprints on my soul, for though we finished the story, the ink still remains. Those days wait around, like some unfinished melody. In the lonesome nights, you are the one, my unfinished song and the scent of rain, I smell in the breeze. Why am I drifting with no shore in sight?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I love running through rain because it reminds me of how I felt with you.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“the roads slick
tears caress
the sky misses him
like i did”
― Dominic Riccitello

“After all, the greatest magic lies in the most unexpected places, like, when the rain is wetting the alleys, the street lamps are on, and a familiar scent floats in the breeze in search of a forgotten story. There, when you least expect it, something ignites deep inside and the magic begins.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The pull of life is not in the treasures but in the moments when we wonder, what the moon could be whispering to the sky of dark.
The magic lies in the bird songs filling the sunset sky.
Wonders weave as the air gets thick with the scent of rain.
The wonder we chase is woven in the light of heart.
It then becomes a story written in the stars, shining in the eyes.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee