Rain

Life could not be lived wet, whether it be in rain or tears.

Sanu Sharma, Utsarga

And the hooded clouds, like friars,Tell their beads in drops of rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Midnight Mass for the Dying Year, Stanza 4.

He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass.

Psalms. LXXII. 6.

For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.

Matthew 5:45

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Rainy Day.

She waits for me; my lady Earth, Smiles and waits and sighs;I'll say her nay, and hide away, Then take her by surprise.

Mary Mapes Dodge, How the Rain Comes, April.

I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.

Jonathan Swift, Polite Conversation, Dialogue II.

I do not yearn for the cloud for I am not the rain. I am the sheer cloud itself, without whose presence there is no existence of rain.

Sanu Sharma, Biplavi

We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grainShrunk in the wind,—and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Before the Rain.

Have you noticed that the rain stopped the instant I had a roof above me? It will start again now that I'm back out. Gods and dogs alike delight to piss on me.

George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings, Jon (III)–Dolorous Edd

For just as the rain and the snow pour down from heaven And do not return there until they saturate the earth, making it produce and sprout, Giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, So my word that goes out of my mouth will be. It will not return to me without results, But it will certainly accomplish whatever is my delight, And it will have sure success in what I send it to do.

Isaiah 55:10-11, New World Translation

How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet!How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet!How it rattles on the shutter! How it rumples up the lawn!How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter, From darkness until dawn.

Rossiter Johnson, Rhyme of the Rain.

The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane,Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Travels by the Fireside, Stanza 1.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;Behind the clouds the sun is shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, An April Day.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams;I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud.