Michael Ondaatje Quotes

I like rain, actually.

I woke to the sound of rain.

Well, I like the rain before it falls.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

I think it's really important to use your hands and get close to materials. To be up close to real things like rain and mud; to have contact with nature.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

The climate informs the character.

In Iceland, the weather is the biggest character you deal with every day. There's nothing more relevant in your life than what kind of weather it is.

I love the rain and everything about the monsoons!

i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press --in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss

Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.

Imagine you are walking down a leafy path...The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon. Then suddenly, you feel a large drop on your right arm. Is it raining? You look up. The sky is still deceptively sunny...seconds later another drop. Then, with the sun still perched in the sky, you are drenched in a shower of rain. This is how memories invade me, abruptly and unexpectedly.

The woods were my Ritalin. Nature calmed me, focused me, and yet excited my senses.

We could learn to stop when the sun goes down and when the sun comes up. We could learn to listen to the wind; we could learn to notice that it's raining or snowing or hailing or calm. We could reconnect with the weather that is ourselves, and we could realize that it's sad. The sadder it is, and the vaster it is, the more our heart opens. We can stop thinking that good practice is when it's smooth and calm, and bad practice is when it's rough and dark. If we can hold it all in our hearts, then we can make a proper cup of tea.

Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near.

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

The delicious breath of rain was in the air.

I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.

When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now

I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.