#rain

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#born #forests #grew #hill #i

You owe me this. You made me get rid of my assassin and now I have no control over those creatures that—" That you created," he added, interrupting her angry tirade. "Don't forget the important part here. The Dark-Hunters wouldn't exist at all had someone, and for the sake of your missing intellect let me clarify that, you, not stolen powers from me that could bring back the dead. I didn't need the Dark-Hunters to help me fight against the Daimons and protect the humans. I was doing fine on my own. But you wouldn't have it. You created them and made me responsible for their lives. It's a responsibility that I take most seriously, so excuse me for banning you from killing them because you have reverse PMS." She scowled. "Reverse PMS?" Yeah, unlike a normal woman, you're cranky twenty-eight days out of the month. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#pms #intellect

There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#caress #emptiness #empty #exist #fire

So when will be the time to get on the train? I think.....a little bit almost quite very soon and not long. ↗

— Gregory David Roberts

#india

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#contentment #raining #rain

Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#rain

Singing in the rain. I'm singing in the rain. And it's such a fucking glorious feeling. ↗

— David Levithan

#rain #rain

And then a throb hits you on the left ide of the head so hard that your head bobs to the right...There's no way that came from inside your head, you think. That's no metaphysical crisis. God just punched you in the face. ↗

— Andrew Levy

#migraine-disease #migraineur #pain #metaphysics

From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it. ↗

— Tony Hillerman

#order #patterns #rain #randomness #weather

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#rain #rainy-night #myth