{"quotes":[{"text":"I looked up, it was the first drop of rain.Tearing through the clouds, screaming as it did.For all this effort, it had to head towards the drain,So I looked up and caught it in my eye instead.","author":"Ankur Goyal","tags":["drop","rain"],"id":4013,"author_id":"Ankur+Goyal"},{"text":"...In my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...","author":"John Geddes","tags":["darkness","poetry","rain","sadness","soul"],"id":4743,"author_id":"John+Geddes"},{"text":"Some of my pleasantest hours were during the long rain-storms in the spring or fall, which confined me to the house for the afternoon as well as the forenoon, soothed by their ceaseless roar and pelting; when an early twilight ushered in a long evening in which many thoughts had time to take root and unfold themselves. In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.","author":"Henry David Thoreau","tags":["rain"],"id":5033,"author_id":"Henry+David+Thoreau"},{"text":"I lay awake listening to the rain, and at first it was as pleasant to my ear and my mind as it had long been desired; but before I fell asleep it had become a majestic and finally a terrible thing, instead of a sweet sound and symbol. It was accusing and trying me and passing judgment. Long I lay still under the sentence, listening to the rain, and then at last listening to words which seemed to be spoken by a ghostly double beside me. He was muttering: The all-night rain puts out summer like a torch. In the heavy, black rain falling straight from invisible, dark sky to invisible, dark earth the heat of summer is annihilated, the splendour is dead, the summer is gone. The midnight rain buries it away where it has buried all sound but its own. I am alone in the dark still night, and my ear listens to the rain piping in the gutters and roaring softly in the trees of the world. Even so will the rain fall darkly upon the grass over the grave when my ears can hear it no more…The summer is gone, and never can it return. There will never be any summer any more, and I am weary of everything… I am alone.The truth is that the rain falls for ever and I am melting into it. Black and monotonously sounding is the midnight and solitude of the rain. In a little while or in an age – for it is all one – I shall know the full truth of the words I used to love, I knew not why, in my days of nature, in the days before the rain: ‘Blessed are the dead that the rain rains on.","author":"Edward Thomas","tags":["death","rain","solitude"],"id":6532,"author_id":"Edward+Thomas"},{"text":"You must stay focused, concentrating on the work at hand. Consistency makes the rain drops to create holes in the rock.","author":"Israelmore Ayivor","tags":["attention","concentrate","concentration","consistency","focus","food-for-thought","hand","hole","holes","israelmore-ayivor","pay-attention","rain","rain-drops","rain-water","rainfall","rock","stay-focussed","stones","water","work"],"id":7260,"author_id":"Israelmore+Ayivor"},{"text":"When I woke up Sunday morning at the Open and stepped outside and felt the wind and rain in my face, I knew I had an excellent chance to win if I just took my time and trusted myself.","author":"Tom Kite","tags":["time","rain","myself "],"id":8137,"author_id":"Tom+Kite"},{"text":"No rain but thunder, and the sound of giants.","author":"Mike Mignola","tags":["rain","thunder"],"id":9487,"author_id":"Mike+Mignola"},{"text":"I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....By a mere kiss.","author":"Sanober Khan","tags":["dreamy","fog","kiss","life","mingle","mist","mountains","night","night-time","poetic","poetry","poetry","rain","rainy","sweet","tender"],"id":9962,"author_id":"Sanober+Khan"},{"text":"It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.","author":"Terry Pratchett","tags":["diarrhea","funny","humor","rain","storm","weather"],"id":11420,"author_id":"Terry+Pratchett"},{"text":"The UmbrellaIon Bulbuk has bought an umbrella. “Knock-knock” – it is a neighbour at the door. “It is going to rain, Ion. Give me your umbrella, please.”“It is not in the house,” lied Bulbuk. It rains…Bulbuk is walking wet in the yard, for the neighbour to see that the umbrella is not at home. But the neighbour is not watching. He went in the village for his business.","author":"Spiridon Vangheli","tags":["lie","neighbour","neighbourhood","rain","umbrella"],"id":11999,"author_id":"Spiridon+Vangheli"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":695,"pages":70,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}