[Froederick and Igor are exhuming a dead criminal] Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: What a filthy job. Igor: Could be worse. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: How? Igor: Could be raining. [it starts to pour]
The rain, which had continued yesterday and last night, ceased this morning. We then proceeded, and after passing two small islands about ten miles further, stopped for the night at Piper's landing, opposite another island.
But I miss screamin' and fightin' and kissin' in the rain and it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursin' your name. You're so in love the you act insane, and that's the way I loved you.
You're the face in the mirror my favorite sin But you want revenge from the Lord above So the rain comes down heavy like my love
The smallest drop of rain can project the most beautiful of visions, all we have to do is look a little deeper. -T.L. Manning
Thoughts as warm as a silky summer rain, flowing over the edge of my soul's gentle. not tides returning them along the shoreline to laughing gulls.
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.
Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good." via @messyheadss on IG
Hell, I bet there's another man right now on the other side of this planet, standing in the pouring rain, fighting desperately for the woman he loves.
Before the fruits of prosperity can come, the storms of life need to first bring the required rains of testing, which mixes with the seeds of wisdom to produce a mature harvest.
If I were running the world I would have it rain only between 2 and 5 a.m. Anyone who was out then ought to get wet.
If I am alive this is my book, and my father lives now in the afterlife that is a book, a thing not vague or virtual but something you can hold and feel and smell because to my mind heaven like life must be a thing sensual and real. And my book will ...
So no one told your life was Gonna be this way Your job's a jokey broke Your love life's D.O.A. It's like you're always stuck In second gear When it hasn't been your day Your week, your month Or even your year but, I'll be there for you When the rain...
Rain slips through your fingers as easily as words blow away in the wind, and yet it has the power to destroy your whole world.
His management philosophy, tempered in his rain-dancing days, was always to give the project to whoever had the most to gain from success--or the most to lose from failure.
Stella scribbled in thick black texta across half the pages of my best storybook, filled with people who ventured where their hearts took them. Beautiful worlds beyond mine.
Enjoy it, kid. Enjoy feeling that you can make a difference.' Floyd flashed him a smile. 'It won't last for ever.
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.
I'm just the reason they married. Mum says I was a surprise. Dad says I was an accident. Truth is ... I am their mistake.
Misery is a routine you can learn to live with. It's like rain. Once you're soaked to the skin, you can't get any wetter.
The rain thundered down so heavily that Pritam could imagine that space itself was made of water and was pouring through rents in the sky's tired fabric.
