Es sind tausend Tropfenin einer Weltnur für uns gemachtTausend Tropfenwenn der Himmel weintund man dennoch lacht

Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don't notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard almost-winter ground. Still, I stand without moving at the side of the coffin.

Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug--rain splatters on dry window pane--open journals of closed memories... tears of laughter and joy of pain... schmaltz of diametric morning.

Rain, Aren’t you my soul’s joyful tearsonly longing for the sky to be happy?

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

Don’t predict the condition of the entire day by the state of the morning. You don’t judge a book by its cover. A cloudy morning is no guarantee for a rainy day!

A cloudy morning does not signify that the entire day is gonna be rainy! What's pressing you down today has nothing to change about your great future! Let patience be your inspiration.

What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?

God pours out his choicest blessings on those who are anxious that nothing shall stick to their hands. Individuals who value the rainy day above the present agony of the world will get no blessing from God.

A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.

RAINThunder skiesdewdrops fall,timeless motion.Heavy drizzles,blurred visionslumbering moon.

What are you staring at?""Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?

Umbrella is comfort, rain is life! You must often leave comfort to touch the life!

A rainy day is like a lovely gift -- you can sleep late and not feel guilty.

Live in moments that consume your heart and mind, but be distracted by the music from the leaves, birds, wind, rain, sun and people

Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.

What the mud had been doing with itself, or where it came from, who could say? But it seemed to collect in a moment, as a crowd will, and in five minutes to have splashed all the sons and daughters of Adam.