121 Rain-Inspired Quotes

Rain has a magical way of touching our souls, whether it's a light drizzle that gently kisses the earth or a thunderous downpour that cleanses the atmosphere. Poets, writers, and thinkers have long found inspiration in the myriad forms of rain, each drop whispering stories of renewal, romance, and reflection. In this blog post, we've gathered a curated collection of the top 121 rain-inspired quotes that capture the essence of these watery wonders. Dive in and let the words of great minds transport you to a world where every drop of rain brings a new perspective.

1. “The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.” - Sherwood Anderson

2. “There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her. ” - Neil Gaiman

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

4. “Can't you see that it's just raining?There ain't no need to go outside.” - Jack Johnson

5. “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

6. “Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive.” - Paulo Coelho

7. “I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.” - Nikki Giovanni

8. “The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

9. “It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.” - Jack Kerouac

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

11. “From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.” - Tony Hillerman

12. “Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.” - John Green

13. “Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.” - Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

14. “I miss it if I’m not in it for any length of time; I don’t feel comfortable. I want trees and I want frequent rain.” - Murray Morgan

15. “The book was not new. Dates were stamped on the front endpaper, in and out dates. A rent book. A lending library of elaborate smut.I rewrapped the book and locked it up behind the seat. A racket like that, out in the open on the boulevard, seemed to mean plenty of protection. I sat there and poisoned myself with cigarette smoke and listened to the rain and thought about it.” - Raymond Chandler

16. “Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.” - Jerry Spinelli

17. “It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find yourself in a world of worms. They were as numerous here in the East End as they had been in the West. The sidewalks, the streets. The very places where they didn't belong. Forlorn, marooned on concrete and asphalt, no place to burrow, April's orphans.” - Jerry Spinelli

18. “It rainsAnd rainsAnd rains.But there is a sky above the rain,Nothing can rot the sky.Earth has turned to mud. What of it?The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.(from "A Rainy Day")” - Visar Zhiti

19. “Innocent droplets of rainMake almost all events Quite natural.(from "A Rainy Day")” - Visar Zhiti

20. “On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business.Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk?He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles.And yet this person is the hero of his own life story.He is the love of someone’s life.And what he can do may change the world.Imagine being him for a moment.And then continue on your own way.” - Vera Nazarian

21. “en la lluvia, cuando le recuerdo.” - Sitta Karina

22. “October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.” - J.K. Rowling

23. “If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch,Could I join two hearts as well?” - Tite Kubo

24. “And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?” - Mervyn Peake

25. “On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.” - Mark Haddon

26. “It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.” - Jim Butcher

27. “But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.” - Ernest Hemingway

28. “It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.” - Ernest Hemingway

29. “Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.” - Stephenie Meyer

30. “I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.” - Charlie Chaplin

31. “He cursed himself for having assumed the weather would be sunny. Perhaps it was the result of evolution, he thought--some adaptive gene that allowed the English to go on making blithe outdoor plans in the face of almost certain rain.” - Helen Simonson

32. “The rain thundered down so heavily that Pritam could imagine that space itself was made of water and was pouring through rents in the sky's tired fabric.” - Stephen M. Irwin

33. “Walls have ears.Doors have eyes.Trees have voices.Beasts tell lies.Beware the rain.Beware the snow.Beware the manYou think you know.-Songs of Sapphique” - Catherine Fisher

34. “They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!” - Charles Frazier

35. “The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.” - Deb Caletti

36. “Valentine WeatherKiss me with rain on your eyelashes,come on, let us sway together,under the trees, and to hell with thunder.” - Edwin Morgan

37. “We stepped carefully, so softly, over thorny plants. The dust had turned to mud, splattering our shoes, socks, and legs. By the time we reached the boat, our clothes were clinging to our flesh and stained with the bloody remains of mosquitoes.” - Mia Kirshner

38. “Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.” - Mike Norton

39. “Rain slips through your fingers as easily as words blow away in the wind, and yet it has the power to destroy your whole world.” - Karen Maitland

40. “Rain amplifies your mistakes, and water on the track can make your car handle unpredictably. When something unpredictable happens you have to react to it; if you’re reacting at speed, you’re reacting too late. And so you should be afraid.” - Garth Stein

41. “Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?” - Ray Bradbury

42. “There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.” - J.D. Stroube

43. “Shortly afterwards it started raining, very innocently at first, but the sky was packed tight with cloud and gradually the drops grew bigger and heavier, until it was autumn’s dismal rain that was falling—rain that seemed to fill the entire world with its leaden beat, rain suggestive in its dreariness of everlasting waterfalls between the planets, rain that thatched the heavens with drabness and brooded oppressively over the whole countryside, like a disease, strong in the power of its flat, unvarying monotony, its smothering heaviness, its cold, unrelenting cruelty. Smoothly, smoothly it fell, over the whole shire, over the fallen marsh grass, over the troubled lake, the iron-grey gravel flats, the sombre mountain above the croft, smudging out every prospect. And the heavy, hopeless, interminable beat wormed its way into every crevice in the house, lay like a pad of cotton wool over the ears, and embraced everything, both near and far, in its compass, like an unromantic story from life itself that has no rhythm and no crescendo, no climax, but which is nevertheless overwhelming in its scope, terrifying in its significance. And at the bottom of this unfathomed ocean of teeming rain sat the little house and its one neurotic woman.” - Halldor Laxness

44. “That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn.” - Daniel Amory

45. “Which is just another way of blaming, and perhaps the best way, because there is solace and a certain stoical peace in blaming everything on the rain, and then blaming something as uncontrollable as the rain on something as indifferent as the Arm of the Lord.Because nothing can be done about the rain except blaming. And if nothing can be done about it, why get yourself in a sweat about it?” - Ken Kesey

46. “The vast world rainless, one may bid adieuTo charity and penance.” - Tiruvalluvar

47. “The river and the garden have been the foundations of my economy here. Of the two I have liked the river best. It is wonderful to have the duty of being on the river the first and last thing every day. I have loved it even in the rain. Sometimes I have loved it most in the rain.” - Wendell Berry

48. “Sitting on the porch alone, listening to them fixing supper, he felt again the indignation he had felt before, the sense of loss and the aloneness, the utter defenselessness that was each man's lot, sealed up in his bee cell from all the others in the world. But the smelling of boiling vegetables and pork reached him from the inside, the aloneness left him for a while. The warm moist smell promised other people lived and were preparing supper.He listened to the pouring and the thunder rumblings that sounded hollow like they were in a rainbarrel, shared the excitement and the coziness of the buzzing insects that had sought refuge on the porch, and now and then he slapped detachedly at the mosquitoes, making a sharp crack in the pouring buzzing silence. The porch sheltered him from all but the splashes of the drops that hit the floor and their spray touched him with a pleasant chill. And he was secure, because someewhere out beyond the wall of water humanity still existed, and was preparing supper.” - James Jones

49. “Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds, and showers painted diamond waterfalls that sluiced down cliff sides.” - Victoria Kahler

50. “Don't wish,"said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only...” - Gregory Maguire

51. “This is what fun is like," said Rain, almost to herself.” - Gregory Maguire

52. “The English play hockey in any weather. Thunder, lightening, plague of locusts...nothing can stop the hockey. Do not fight the hockey, for the hockey will win.” - Maureen Johnson

53. “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

54. “Suddenly this defeat.This rain.The blues gone grayAnd the browns gone grayAnd yellowA terrible amber.In the cold streetsYour warm body.In whatever roomYour warm body.Among all the peopleYour absenceThe people who are alwaysNot you.I have been easy with treesToo long.Too familiar with mountains.Joy has been a habit.NowSuddenlyThis rain.” - Jack Gilbert

55. “Or I would be the rain itself, wreathing over the island, mingling in the quiet of moist places, filling its pores with its saturated breaths. And I would be the wind, whispering through the tangled woods, running airy fingers over the island’s face, tingling in the chill of concealed places, sighing secrets in the dawn. And I would be the light, flinging over the island, covering it with flash and shadow, shining on rocks and pools, softening to a touch in the glow of dusk. If I were the rain and wind and light, I would encircle the island like the sky surrounding earth, flood through it like a heart driven pulse, shine from inside it like a star in flames, burn away to blackness in the closed eyes of its night. There are so many ways I could love this island, if I were the rain.” - Richard Nelson

56. “I’ll affect you slowlyas if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants.It won’t rain.” - Richard Brautigan

57. “Rain didn't make things messy. People did that all on their own.” - Barbara Delinsky

58. “The rain fell like dead bullets.” - Scott Nicholson

59. “Never dance in a puddle when there's a hole in your shoe (it's always best to take your shoes off first).” - John D. Rhodes

60. “I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish.” - Julia Glass

61. “Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of July was reading the script for March.” - Martin Page

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

63. “Like sheep which, having been driven to a pasture, can now spread out at their leisure, the clouds began to drift. Afternoon sunlight sliced through into the still waters. The boomerang hung in the sky, and the boy thought he would have to find a new word for the way the colours glowed. In the meantime, he looked down at the water and tried out the word he'd been taught by his grandfather, who'd been taught it by his grandfather, and which had been kept for thousands of years for when it would been needed. It meant the smell after rain. It had, he thought, been well worth waiting for.” - Terry Pratchett

64. “...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...” - John Geddes

65. “...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...” - John Geddes

66. “After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.” - Walt Disney Company

67. “Outside the drizzling rain had begun again. It pattered around the house, and on the roofs and eaves, like a million, tiny, stealthy feet: softly, as though the night were teeming with a host of minute, dark beings.” - Evangeline Walton

68. “My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window.” - Katja Millay

69. “Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person's soul something like endless breathing.” - Muriel Barbery

70. “Instead,she's as stillas a leaf-littered pond,dark water evaporating,waiting desperately for rain.” - Emma Cameron

71. “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (...) You don't pick out the rain that soaks you to the skin when you come out of a concert.” - Julio Cortazar

72. “The return of the rain, beating out time on London's rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens is holy and melts the undead.” - Stephen J. Day

73. “Please stop shaking your rain water in my direction. What next? Are you going to come over here, cock your leg and urinate upon my person?” - Stephen J. Day

74. “Sometimes the clouds weren't weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn't mean it wasn't scary, or that I wasn't still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I'd be alright. We'd get rained on together. Knowing Braden he'd have a big ass umbrela to shelter us from the worst of it. That there was an uncertain future I could handle.” - Samantha Young

75. “The wind has shifted to the East. A storm isn't far off. I can smell the moisture in the air, a fetid, living thing. Isolated drops fall, licking at my hands, my face, my dress. The quests squawk in surprise, turn their palms up to the sky as if questioning it, and dash for cover.” - Libba Bray

76. “Ah! Thou gifest me such hope and courage, and I haf nothing to gif back but a full heart and these empty hands," cried the Professor, quite overcome.Jo never, never would learn to be proper, for when he said that as they stood upon the steps, she just put both hands into his, whispering tenderly, "Not empty now," and, stooping down, kissed her Friedrich under the umbrella.” - Louisa May Alcott

77. “The rain is falling ever harder and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I'm drenched but I can't move.” - Paulo Coelho

78. “It has been raining here for ten years.I keep an accurate record of time and can state this with no fear of contradiction.” - Alastair Bruce

79. “It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.” - Tablo

80. “When I could hold my eyes open long enough, I did stare up at the rain pelting down on me. I’ve never looked at it like that, straight up into the sky, and while I flinched more than I could actually see, when I could see it was absolutely beautiful. Like each drop rocketing towards me was separate from the thousands of others and for a suspended moment in time, I could glimpse it and see its delicate facets. I saw the gray clouds churning above me and felt the car shake when the wind from the traffic pushed against it. I shivered even though it’s warm enough to swim. But nothing I saw or felt or heard was as warm and fascinating as Andrew’s closeness.” - J.A. Redmerski

81. “I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?”She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?” - Nathan Reese Maher

82. “Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight?” - Nathan Reese Maher

83. “I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sinister silhouette beneath a crimson cowl, beaming a demonic smile which spans from cheek to swollen cheek.” - Nathan Reese Maher

84. “Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” - Nathan Reese Maher

85. “There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in thedarkness of the grave, how it frightens me beyond all things.” - Nathan Reese Maher

86. “She leaves my side and heads deeper intothe apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… acopper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.” - Nathan Reese Maher

87. “Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.” - Dejan Stojanovic

88. “God is a cloud from which rain fell.” - Dejan Stojanovic

89. “Those who hate rain hate life.” - Dejan Stojanovic

90. “Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.” - Dejan Stojanovic

91. “Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.” - Dejan Stojanovic

92. “I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying” - Rowan Atkinson

93. “...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...” - John Geddes

94. “...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...” - John Geddes

95. “And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.” - Truman Capote

96. “...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...” - John Geddes

97. “...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...” - John Geddes

98. “Spanish rain,A maiden’s dress,Apothecary pillsAnd ancient thrills;Melancholy killsA girl’s caress.(—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)” - Roman Payne

99. “His sadness was almost palpable, like moisture in the air before it rains. Although this was Manchester, it was probably about to rain anyway.” - Mhairi McFarlane

100. “I wish that life could be carefree, sunny, never cloudy- But you said that I would be in Your arms when things get crazy- so when the storm doesn't go away- I have decided to sing in the rain.” - Moriah Peters

101. “I lay awake listening to the rain, and at first it was as pleasant to my ear and my mind as it had long been desired; but before I fell asleep it had become a majestic and finally a terrible thing, instead of a sweet sound and symbol. It was accusing and trying me and passing judgment. Long I lay still under the sentence, listening to the rain, and then at last listening to words which seemed to be spoken by a ghostly double beside me. He was muttering: The all-night rain puts out summer like a torch. In the heavy, black rain falling straight from invisible, dark sky to invisible, dark earth the heat of summer is annihilated, the splendour is dead, the summer is gone. The midnight rain buries it away where it has buried all sound but its own. I am alone in the dark still night, and my ear listens to the rain piping in the gutters and roaring softly in the trees of the world. Even so will the rain fall darkly upon the grass over the grave when my ears can hear it no more…The summer is gone, and never can it return. There will never be any summer any more, and I am weary of everything… I am alone.The truth is that the rain falls for ever and I am melting into it. Black and monotonously sounding is the midnight and solitude of the rain. In a little while or in an age – for it is all one – I shall know the full truth of the words I used to love, I knew not why, in my days of nature, in the days before the rain: ‘Blessed are the dead that the rain rains on.” - Edward Thomas

102. “... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...” - John Geddes

103. “As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.” - Richelle E. Goodrich

104. “Holding up an oil-paper umbrella,I loiter aimlessly in the long, longAnd lonely rainy alley,I hope to encounterA lilac-like girlNursing her resentmentA lilac-like color she hasA lilac-like fragrance,A lilac-like sadness,Melancholy in the rain,Sorrowful and uncertain;She loiters aimlessly in this lonely rainy alleyHolding up an oil-paper umbrellaJust like meAnd just like meWalks silently,Apathetic, sad and disconsolateSilently she moves closerMoves closer and castsA sigh-like glanceShe glides byLike a dreamHazy and confused like a dreamAs in a dream she glides pastLike a lilac spray,This girl glides past beside me;She silently moves away, moves awayUp to the broken-down bamboo fence,To the end of the rainy alley.In the rains sad song,Her color vanishesHer fragrance diffuses,Even herSigh-like glance,Lilac-like discontentVanish.Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, aloneAimlessly walking in the long, longAnd lonely rainy alley,I wish forA lilac-like girlNursing her resentment glide by.” - Dai Wangshu

105. “I used to sit in front of my father's Jag, watching the raindrops run their kamikaze suicide missions from one edge of the windshield to the wiper blade.” - Jodi Picoult

106. “Time itself is a thing, so it seems to me, that stands solidly like a fence of iron palings with its endless row of years; and we flow past like Gyoll, on our way to a sea from which we shall return only as rain.” - Gene Wolfe

107. “Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom—the cold, dark air—that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.” - Richelle E. Goodrich

108. “What an ambiance, and such a pity I'm alone: Candles giving off their glow, gusts of wind and the light tapping of rain on the windowpane - a massage for the mind. And a comforting one, too.” - Donna Lynn Hope

109. “The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.” - Benjamin Alire Saenz

110. “Rain"Oh amiable rainWasher of treesand roofswho has prepared themforthe pink rayof evening("Poems")” - Charlotte Gardelle

111. “I hate it when storm clouds roll in, heralded by dazzling claps of thunder and lightning that boast an ocean of tears. This majestic performance of bad temper manages to overshadow my pathetic attempts at pouting. No one broods like Mother Nature, hence she steals all the attention I was sulking after.” - Richelle E. Goodrich

112. “I once told Amanda, my best friend in high school, that I could never be with someone who wasn’t excited by rainstorms. So when the first one came, it was a kind of test. It was one of those sudden storms, and when we left Radio City, we found hundreds of people skittishly sheltered under the overhang. “What should we do?” I asked.And you said, “Run!”So that's what we did - rocketing down Sixth Avenue, dashing around the rest of the post-concert crowd, splashing our tracks until our ankles were soaked. You took the lead, and I started to lose my sprint. But then you looked back, stopped, and waited for me to catch up, for me to take your hand, for us to continue to run in the rain, drenched and enchanted, my words to Amanda no longer feeling like a requirement, but a foretelling.” - David Levithan

113. “The fig tree had dropped its fruit all over the ground. Ripe figs lay in the dust, exploded, bloody, as if the sky had rained organs.” - Rupert Thomson

114. “English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.” - Maureen Johnson

115. “In between saying something and achieving it, there is some pothole to fill; that’s “doing it”. Goals are pursued with the word “GO” and visions with the word “VENTURE”. You can’t be living always in the promise of the cloud; it must rain now!” - Israelmore Ayivor

116. “The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.” - Carol Morgan

117. “Back then, Billy imagined that drops of rain were unanswered prayers falling back to earth.” - Jim Carroll

118. “Cómo si se pudiera elegir en el amor. Cómo si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio... Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto” - Julio Cortazar

119. “Aku pun menyadari ada hidupku yang bias.... Namun, hujan dan kamu adalah cinta!” - Sintia Astarina

120. “Your powers don't work in the rain do they? A little bit of water and your fire fizzles out? So Little Miss Perfect does have a weakness after all!” - Heather James

121. “I flera hundra år hade hans förfäder sått säd. Det var en handling av andakt en tyst och mild, vindlös kväll, helst i ett litet beskedligt duggregn, helst så snart som möjligt efter det grågässen sträckt. Potatisen, det var en ny rotfrukt, det var inget mystiskt med den, inget religiöst, kvinnfolk och barn kunde vara med och sätta dessa jordpäron som kom från främmande land liksom kaffet, det var stor och präktig mat, men släkt med rovan. Säden, det var brödet. Säd eller icke säd, det var liv eller död. Isak gick barhuvad och sådde i Jesu namn. Han var som en vedkubb med händer på, men inom sig var han som ett barn. Han tänkte sig för vid varje kast, han var vänlig och undergiven. Se, nu gror nog dessa korn och blir ax och mera säd, och likadant är det över hela jorden när säd sås. I Palestina, i Amerika, i Gudbrandsdalen - å, vad världen var vid, och den lilla, lilla jordlapp som Isak gick och sådde låg i mitten av allt. Solfjädrar av säd strålade ut från hans hand. Himlen var mulen och blid, det såg ut att dra ihop sig till ett litet, litet duggregn.” - Knut Hamsun