I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth's sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.

The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.

... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Valentine WeatherKiss me with rain on your eyelashes,come on, let us sway together,under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing. ~ Sam (Hilary Duff), A Cinderella Story

If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch,Could I join two hearts as well?

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

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.

If you leave your soil untilled, you will not benefit from God's rain. Even if God pours down a heavy rainfall, it will only grow weeds on your land.

God is willing to help you with the rain if only you can sow your crops.

Every drop of rain does waters the earth.

The Lord God give rain to the earth.

For this is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says: 'The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the LORD sends rain on the land.' 1 Kings 17:14

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

Rain is good for vegetables, and for the animals who eat those vegetables, and for the animals who eat those animals.

It rained for four years, eleven months, and two days. There were periods of drizzle during which everyone put on his full dress and a convalescent look to celebrate the clearing, but people soon grew accustomed to interpret the pauses as a sign of redoubled rain.

The good rain, like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.

Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.