Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

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

It didn't rain today, so I didn't have to work. Why don't you have to sit around and wait until it rains?

I just wanna get to the end of the day without it raining.

I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring.

When it rains, I have good energy; I'm in a good mood.

Can't you see that it's just raining? There ain't no need to go outside.

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

Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears.

That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

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.

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

Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...

There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I thought then about the seasons changing, and in the gray of night I could almost will myself to see the azure sky, the gold of the maple leaves, the crimson of the ripe apples, the hoarfrost on the grass.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play.

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick, but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

Well, I like the rain before it falls.

I have forgotten my umbrella.

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

Tut, Tut, looks like rain

It rained cats and dogs non-stop at this wedding. Later during the reception, the rain stopped as the sun was setting, and the sky turned pink. The bride later said that this picture made the rainy day totally worth it!