And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.
D.H. Lawrence
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Before the Rain
He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers that water the earth.
Bible, Psalms (ch. LXXII, v. 6)
Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane,
And making mournful music for the mind,
While plays his interlude the wizzard wind,
I hear the singing of the frequent rain.
William Henry Burleigh
I think rain is as necessary to the mind as to vegetation. My very thoughts become thirsty, and crave the moisture.
John Burroughs
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps for gladness.
Benjamin Disraeli, 1st Earl of Beaconsfield
She waits for me, my lady Earth,
Smiles and waits and sighs;
I'll say her nay, and hide away,
Then take her by surprise.
Mary Mapes Dodge,
How the Raid Comes--April
The rain comes when the wind calls.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
How it pours, pours, pours,
In a never-ending sheet!
How it drives beneath the doors!
How it soaks the passer's feet!
How it rattles on the shutter!
How it rumples up the lawn!
How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,
From darkness until dawn.
Rossiter Johnson, Rhyme of the Rain
Remember that every drop of rain that falls bears into the bosom of the earth a quality of beautiful fertility.
George Henry Lewes
For after all the best thing one can do when it is raining, is to let it rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, An April Day
It is not raining to me,
It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on distant hills.
Robert Loveman, April Rain, appeared in "Harper's Magazine", May, 1901
Drip, drip, the rain comes falling,
Rain in the woods, rain on the sea;
Even the little waves, beaten, come crawling
As if to find shelter here with me.
James Herbert Morse
The rain is o'er--How densely bright
Yon pearly clouds reposing lie!
Cloud above cloud, a glorious sight,
Contrasting with the deep-blue sky!
In grateful silence earth receives
The general blessing; fresh and fair
Each flower expands its little leaves,
As glad the common joy to share.
Andrews Norton
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow in large effusion o'er the freshened world.
James Thomson
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