Robert A. Johnson Quotes

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

Those who hate rain hate life.

A Wednesday with no rain is a dry hump day.

You could play the blues like it was a lonesome thing - it was a feeling.

The rain, it raineth every day.

Outside, a ceiling of pearly gray clouds coalesced over Manhattan, and the apartment had grown dark. It just keeps dripping. It's been like this all week, .. Rain would be a relief.

Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.

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

I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.

only when it rains. and sometimes, too, when i remember.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.

Clouds suit my mood just fine.

All riddles are blues, / And all blues are sad, / And I'm only mentioning / Some blues I've had.

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.

Really, I didn't like Alaska. It rained, almost every day, at least 300 days out of the year.

From sunny woof and cloudy weft Fell rain in sheets; so, to myself I hummed these hazard rhymes, and left The learned volume on the shelf.

I love rain. It's lucky, I always think.

I sing God's music because it makes me feel free. It gives me hope. With the blues, when you finish, you still have the blues.

Blues are the songs of despair.

It is best to read the weather forecast before praying for rain.

It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos. It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country's main export. It had rain mines.

One does not always sing out of happiness.

The memory of Cumshewa is of a great lonesomeness smothered in a blur of rain.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by

Then climate is a great impediment to idle persons; we often resolve to give up the care of the weather, but still we regard the clouds and the rain.