To appreciate the sun you gotta know what rain is.

I love going to the feed store and drinking coffee and talking about how much rain we need.

The harvest of the Lord’s field is seldom ripened by sunshine only. It must go through its days of wind, rain and storm.

He may have been waiting a long while, in snow or rain, yet his joy at my final appearance knows no resentment at my faithlessness, though I have neglected him all day and brought his hopes to naught

Even when this rain stops, when clouds go away, I stand here, just the same.

May the sun smile sweetly. May the rain fall softly. May a breeze ruffle your hair. May your host receive you with charm. May your rest be calm. May you be glad wherever you are.

Lantern-shine, dim but kind – No starkness in darkness – Even I please the eye. Outside, wind and rain, Weather’s fitful wax and wane. Tomorrow’s sun will reveal What night conceals. All we lack, regret, know, Forgotten in lamp-oil glow.

I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn’t glow. The sun didn’t rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every way is Just the same. Pray give me a box To hide inside. Pray give me a spade To dig my own grave.

I was born in a place humans call central Africa, in a dense rain forest so beautiful, no crayons could ever do it justice.

Tut, Tut, looks like rain

Home in bed listening to the rain getting ready to order a pizza. Sounds like a song til the last part.

The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.

It was an amazing performance because it’s not easy to sit through a long rain delay and have the same intensity. It’s not easy to start and stop, and that’s what Matt did successfully. When you start and stop, it’s easy to bow out of the situation, but he didn’t do it. And he was rewarded for it.

There’s always a rainbow at the end of every rain.

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive.

To enjoy the rainbow, first enjoy the rain.

With the rain, falls the wisdom of heaven.

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

Urge all of your men to pray, not alone in church, but everywhere. Pray when driving. Pray when fighting. Pray alone. Pray with others. Pray by night and pray by day. Pray for the cessation of immoderate rains, for good weather for Battle.Pray for the defeat of our wicked enemy whose banner is injustice and whose good is oppression. Pray for victory. Pray for our Army, and Pray for Peace. We must march together, all out for God.

As rain falls equally on the just and the unjust, do not burden your heart with judgments but rain your kindness equally on all.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

When in April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me

Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.

Sex appeal is something that you feel deep down inside. It’s suggested rather than shown. I’m not as well-stacked as Sophia Loren or Gina Lollobrigida, but there is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Save a boyfriend for a rainy day – and another, in case it doesn’t rain.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.