Does a tree ever tire of the wind, or find itself wishing for a nice big hat when it begins to rain?
TAGS: rain, hats, wind, wishingThe problem with Seattle weather isn’t the rain – that’s highly exaggerated – the problem is the dog-years it ages you to have to live through several completely unpredictable manic sun-rain-sun-rain cycles nearly every day.
TAGS: rain, weather, sun, dog years, seattleThe reason there are so few kings in the world is due largely in part to a crown’s inability to keep the rain off a man’s head; farmers and good ‘ol boys, however, are in great abundance.
TAGS: rain, head, kings, abundance, crowns, farmersTime was, if a young man walked me all the way from class to my car, in the spring rain, and he gradually shifted the conversation from the course of study to the way I make him feel slightly off-balance and mystified, that young man was looking for a kiss - and he’d usually get one.
TAGS: rain, school, romance, kissingToday, if wishes come true, the hurricane will soften into a mere puff, send only a gentle patter of rain, and scatter flower petals over metropolitan Cancun, saving only the fragrance of lavender for its caress of Florida’s shores.
After 17 hours of relentless rain, Jackie looked out and saw several salmon and what appeared to be a 600-pound marlin which had apparently followed the trail of grass seed up from the San Francisco Bay into her back yard.
TAGS: rain, fish, salmon, san francisco, marlinShe ran around the house, listening to the steady drumming of the rain outside, hunting for umbrella, jacket and boots, eventually giving up on the latter, so as she half ran/half walked to work, her pretty purple sandals splashed into puddle after puddle, cold ribbons of water snaking their way into her shoes and sneaking their way up her ankles.
TAGS: rain, weather, puddles, snakingHis metaphor-writing skills were rusty, like an iron bird statue left out in the Oregon rain.
TAGS: rain, oregon, metaphorsAnd the gentle rain fell over Silicon Valley, washing bird shit from windshields everywhere.
TAGS: rain, feces, glorious, clean, silicon valleyEnough with the empty skies and threatening dark clouds, just rain damn you!
TAGS: rain, droughtAt the precise time that it is happening, nothing, I say to you nothing, feels as good as the cold, sweet drops of a lasting rain after a long, long dry season.
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In the little bed the young girl slept fitfully, her eyelids seeming to twitch, and she seemed racked with pain, seeming almost to cry silent tears as she slept, and as the camera of the story’s eye swirled around the spartan room, and through her hazel eye, we found her dreams and we found her standing alone, alone in a big red land; and as Becky stood in the middle of the scorched, dying, red, red desert she pivoted slowly around, her eyes flitting over the rocks and rock wallabies, watching this land die, but looking for signs of moisture, some sort of droplet, a little sign of life, just the merest hint of rain, but all she found was dust, flames, rock hard and lifeless ground and ashes, but she couldn’t give up, this land was hers and she wouldn’t let it die, so she spread her arms wide as she continued to turn and as she did so the searing air began to shimmer and curl, seeming to split and fly away in ribbons, each ribbon a shade of blue, a blue like the ocean, a blue of a young girl’s eyes, the blues from a bowerbird’s collection, a blue of the late night sky, and as each ribbon curled away into the sky, it became a tornado of blue, swirling higher and higher above Becky’s head until she was at the centre of a psychedelic storm and with each movement that she made, the storm grew and spread, reaching out across the scorched and scarred land, going up towards the centre and the red, red shores, spreading to the right and roaring through its deep green valleys, reaching further down through the myriad of lands, all the way to the bottom to its crisp white lines, swirling in larger and larger circles around the land, sweeping up the dust and the ashes and the pain, sweeping up the burnt carcasses and broken hearts, but leaving in its wake a river of gentle blue, a caress that called out to the people of the land, made them leave their hovels, exit their homes, come out into the street and dance under the blurred stars, so blurred because of the water falling from the sky, the moisture filling the air and filling their hearts, rain that, as it fell on their heads, caused their papery, dry and dusty limbs to cease crackling, a rain that started their brains to spark and their hearts to beat, a rain so gentle and long lived that they would speak of it for decades to come, yet it was not a rain of damage and torment, it was not in all the wrong places, it did not roar out of the sky ripping out trees and flooding roads, it just came and stayed and stayed until it was not needed anymore, it came when it was called and it was as blue and as beautiful as the Earth itself.
TAGS: rain, harlequin, dreams, 500, caress, life, drought, feel, challenges, dyingNo matter what it is you’ve got, you usually want the other.
TAGS: rain, weather, desire, grass is always greenerOK, Lily thought, the last of the annuals are installed in the garden, the patio pots are all filled and set in their places…it’s time to raindance, baby!
TAGS: rain, dance, flowers, gardenIn the rain, you have to use the door handle to shut the car door, and the footpath gets slippery.
TAGS: rain, wetness, forgetfulnessI’m feeling unreasonably happy.
TAGS: rain, giddyIt’s a little embarrassing to be so excited by so little rain.
TAGS: rain, drops, delightfulThe rain in the air.
TAGS: rain, sensesSorrow overtakes the day, good times get up and walk away, inside love hides a heart of pain and i’d sell my soul for a drop of rain.
TAGS: rain, crying, soul, sorrowLooking down, I noticed that little black dots had appeared suddenly on the dark pavement and I was momentarily startled until I remembered, ahh, rain.
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