WE ARE MADE OF EARTH AND RAIN
aI went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it’s just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on. Ray Bradbury, Green Shadows, White Whale: A Novel of Ray Bradbury’s Adventures Making Moby Dick with John Huston in Ireland
At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.
Pablo Neruda, Regalo De Un Poeta, Gift Of A Poet
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it’s always daisy-time. David Herbert Lawrence
But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn’t any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn’t that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees. Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio
Rain didn’t make things messy. People did that all on their own. Barbara Delinsky, The Secret Between Us
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night. Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. John Updike (b. 1932), U.S. author, critic.
Never dance in a puddle when there’s a hole in your shoe (it’s always best to take your shoes off first). John D. Rhodes
All rejection and negation indicates a deficiency in fertility: fundamentally, if only we were good plowland we would allow nothing to go unused, and in every thing, event, and person we would welcome manure, rain, or sunshine. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture.
The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us. Ralph Waldo Emerson
The rain fell like dead bullets. Scott Nicholson
He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them. James Dashner, The Scorch Trials
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