Rain Quotes
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There's divinity within because we come from the divine,
A force that's not seen, but you feel it every time:
When the wind blows, and the world turns,
And the rain drops, and the baby cries,
And the bird flies, and the ground quake,
And the stars gleam.
Kamaal Ibn John Fareed
A Tribe Called Quest
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Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man's growth without destroying his roots.
Frank A. Clark
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If you pray for rain, be prepared to deal with some mud.
Mary Elizabeth Lease
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But afterall it's not the winning that matters, is it? Or is it? It'sto coinawordtheamenitiesthatcount: thesmell of the dandelions, the puff of the pipe, the click of the bat, the rain on the neck, the chill down the spine, the slow, exquisite coming on of sunset and dinner and rheumatism.
Alistair Cooke
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I wanted to be a journalist, I thought it was glamorous and that I'd meet beautiful women in the rain.
Bill Nighy
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Our farmers feed the world. They are up before dawn and work till well after sunset. They face any number of challenges they can't control, from too much rain to not enough, from disease to insect infestations.
Luther Strange
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Now it feels like no one ever left me out in the rain, cold words still remain unspoken.And I never got lost, spent years in the dark.You're here, now my heart's unbroken.When I see you smile, fill my soul again, and I'm unbroken.
Tim McGraw
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The shortest period of time lies between the minute you put some money away for a rainy day and the unexpected arrival of rain.
Jane Bryant Quinn
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When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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I want my music to jump off the stage and out of the speakers. When we do 'Rain Is A Good Thing' paired back to back with 'Country Girl,' it just feels like the roof is fixin' to come off the place.
Luke Bryan
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If I were to speak of war, it would not be to show you the glories of conquering armies but the mischief and misery they strew in their tracks; and how, while they marched on with tread of iron and plumes proudly tossing in the breeze, some one must follow closely in their steps, crouching to the earth, toiling in the rain and darkness, shelterless themselves, with no thought of pride or glory, fame or praise, or reward; hearts breaking with pity, faces bathed in tears and hands in blood. This is the side which history never shows.
Clara Barton
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The Farmer will never be happy again;He carries his heart in his boots;For either the rain is destroying his grainOr the drought is destroying his roots.
A. P. Herbert
