Marcel Proust Quotes

The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. - Rain

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.

The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

Extraordinary rains pretty generally fall after great battles.

I woke to the sound of rain.

And it's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard rain gonna fall.

On the mainland, a rain was falling. The famous Seattle rain. The thin, gray rain that toadstools love. The persistent rain that knows every hidden entrance into collar and shopping bag. The quiet rain that can rust a tin roof without the tin roof making a sound in protest. The shamanic rain that feeds the imagination. The rain that seems actually a secret language, whispering, like the ecstasy of primitives, of the essence of things.

Rain on my head, call that brainstorming.

English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.

Remember that every drop of rain that falls bears into the bosom of the earth a quality of beautiful fertility.

I think if you look at any facet of nature in enough detail, you find it fascinating. How could you not? The universe is so full of marvels. Here's an example -- rain, the shape of rain. I was minding my own business, working on my book, looking out the window, and it was raining and I was noticing that the raindrops were falling in that classic round-looking way, and I thought, 'I wonder if raindrops really are round?' So I started researching it a little, and I discovered that raindrops change shape 300 times a second.

Let the rain falling on your face run into your eyes. Can you see the rainbow now through the stormy skies?

Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop’s fall.

The storm starts, when the drops start dropping. When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.

The rain ...falls upon the just and the unjust alike; a thing which would not happen if I were superintending the rain's affairs. No, I would rain softly and sweetly on the just, but if I caught a sample of the unjust outdoors, I would drown him.

I love the rain - it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.

Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

Soon it began to drizzle for the second time that night. The drops grew heavier and became visible in the headlights of the cars. It was said by some of the police on the scene that God was crying for the girl in the garden. To others, it was only rain.