Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

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

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.

A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain

It's a relief to hear the rain. It's the sound of billions of drops, all equal, all equally committed to falling, like a sudden outbreak of democracy. Water, when it hits the ground, instantly becomes a puddle or rivulet or flood.

We forget we’re mostly water till the rain falls and every atom in our body starts to go home.

I woke to the sound of rain.

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.

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.

The sea is the source of water and the source of wind; for neither would blasts of wind arise in the clouds and blow out from within them, except for the great sea, nor would the streams of rivers nor the rain-water in the sky exist but for the sea ; but the great sea is the begetter of clouds and winds and rivers.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

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.

...Good luck and Good work for the happy mountain raindrops, each one of them a high waterfall in itself, descending from the cliffs and hollows of the clouds to the cliffs and hollows of the rocks, out of the sky-thunder into the thunder of the falling rivers.

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

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

Extraordinary rains pretty generally fall after great battles.

Without rain, there is no life.

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

I like rain, actually.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

The rain begins with a single drop.

Pray for rain!