“Rainy days are the perfect time to snuggle up and watch my life go down the drain.”— Josh Peck, twitter.com
“Possible rain today. Also, possible sun. For a complete list of all that's possible, consult the great works of fact and fiction.”— Night Vale podcast, twitter.com
“She wanted to be the rain, to cover him with moisture, to bring life to his seed.”— Caris Roane, amazon.com
“He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with rain beating on the windows.”— Don DeLillo, amazon.com
“When it rains, the river will try and take you away from me. Which is why, when it rains, we must hold onto each other, a little tighter.”— Iain S. Thomas, amazon.com
“I wonder if rain is scared of falling if it has trouble letting go if snow flakes get sick of being perfect all the time each one trying to be one-of-a-kind.”— Naima Penniman, amazon.com
“You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down rain, you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a litter harder than before. You were my bridge.”— Anonymous, lavenderrd.tumblr.com
“Although the rain is neutral, although the rain is impersonal, it becomes for me a haunting and nostalgic sound.”— Sylvia Plath, amazon.com
“Sex in the rain. There is something inherently sexy about a dripping wet body, so sex in the rain is a no-brainer. Try it on a warm, sunny day and enjoy the sensation of the cool rain splashing against your hot bodies.”— Jessica O'Reilly, ivillage.ca
“I wonder if the way the rain feels against my skin is the same way it feels against yours. If the words of my favorite song remind you of the way it felt when he let you go after promising he never would, or when the warm August air made you crazy for a boy who was leaving in September.”— Stephanie Walker, thoughtcatalog.com
“How her own body warmed as the world warmed, / how like riding home in the whole-sky spill of spring rain / there was no clean line between her and it.”— Joe Wilkins, amazon.com
“All night, this soft rain from the distant past. No wonder I sometimes waken as a child.”— Ted Kooser, amazon.com