“When you don't have love, it's like there's a party going on, and everybody was invited, except for you. And you just happened to be walking by that house in the rain.”— Dane Cook, en.wikiquote.org
“This is ether a day for writing, the early stages of a honeymoon, or fifteen grams of opium. It’s raining, a very pretty rain, not the spasmodic kind that we get in California but a long steady one, the kind they show in the newsreels with the natives sitting on the rooftops with their cattle, wives…”— Groucho Marx, amazon.com
“The doctor's office is on the other side of town. That's a whole hour each way, if I walk slow. An hour of outside and rain and flowers and fresh fucking air.”— Margaret Atwood, Leila Gerstein, Offred (June Osborne), Elisabeth Moss, imdb.com
“Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.”— Carol Gilligan, amazon.com
“My greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods: yet I loved all the changes of Nature; and rain, and storm, and the beautiful clouds of heaven brought their delights with them.”— Mary Shelley, amazon.com
“A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, unive…”— Marcel Proust, amazon.com
“There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.”— Derrick Jensen, amazon.com
“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”— Mark Haddon, amazon.com
“A couple is walking in St. Petersburg Square on Christmas Eve. They feel a slight precipitation. I think it's raining," says the man. "No, it's snowing," says the woman. "How about we ask the Communist officer here? He is always right!" exclaims the man. "Officer Rudolph, is it raining or showing?"…”— KirbyDogs, reddit.com
“I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.”— Neil Gaiman, amazon.com
“So today my wife was screaming ‘Give it to me, I’m so wet! give it to me! She can scream all she wants but the umbrella is mine.”— raydeep, reddit.com
“I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.”— Hanamoto Hagumi, amazon.com
“I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.”— Haruki Murakami, amazon.com
“I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.”— Neil Gaiman, amazon.com