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Amazing rain quotes with pics

Amazing rain quotes with pics

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.
~James Russell Lowell, “Summer Storm,” 1839

There’s always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down. ~Don Delillo

Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main…
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? ~J.B. Priestley

The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. ~Mark Twain, attributed

Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter…
Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap,—
You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat….
Look! look! that livid flash!
And instantly follows the rattling thunder,
As if some cloud-crag, split asunder,
Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash,
On the Earth, which crouches in silence under;
And now a solid gray wall of rain
Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile…
~James Russell Lowell, “Summer Storm,” 1839

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There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind. ~Annie Dillard

For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. ~George Gissing, “Winter,” The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, 1903

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When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I’ll know I’m growing old. ~Lady Bird Johnson

Against the windows the storm comes dashing,
Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing,
The blue lightning flashes,
The rapid hail clashes…
The thunder is rumbling
And crashing and crumbling…
~James Russell Lowell, “Summer Storm,” 1839

The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. ~Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? ~J.B. Priestley

Snowflakes are kisses from heaven. ~Author Unknown

Dear beautiful Spring weather, I miss you. Was it something I said? ~”Skipper” Kim Corbin

All was silent as before —
All silent save the dripping rain.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Any proverbs about weather are doubly true during a storm. ~Terri Guillemets

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

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It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning. ~Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII

The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches. ~e.e. cummings

There’s no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing. ~Alfred Wainwright

The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. ~Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance. ~Jane Austen

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply…
~Edna St. Vincent Millay

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are. ~Joan Didion

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night. ~Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLIII

Spooky wild and gusty; swirling dervishes of rattling leaves race by, fleeing the windflung deadwood that cracks and thumps behind. ~Dave Beard

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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Lo, sifted through the winds that blow,
Down comes the soft and silent snow,
White petals from the flowers that grow
In the cold atmosphere.
~George W. Bungay

Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem. ~William Hamilton Gibson

Where does the white go when the snow melts? ~Hugh Kieffer

Snowflakes are one of nature’s most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together. ~Vista M. Kelly

Good night. I have said my prayer with the forest; stood to the dark and the rain; cast my voice on the storm. Though my body shall lie in heavy slumber, my petition has gone on, caught and carried in the surge of the trees, whirled in high vortex over the mountain, drifting in black mists through the fertile night. Acknowledged, answered, in the drip of the rain. ~Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the New, February 1908

On cable TV they have a weather channel — 24 hours of weather. We had something like that where I grew up. We called it a window. ~Dan Spencer

The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the rusty chimney-cowls and weathercocks, and rushing round and round a confined adjacent churchyard as if it had a mind to blow the dead citizens out of their graves. The low thunder, muttering in all quarters of the sky at once, seemed to threaten vengeance for this attempted desecration, and to mutter, “Let them rest! Let them rest!” ~Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

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