There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
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.
I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.
If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain.
It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands, the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly!
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
Sometimes the clouds weren't weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn't mean it wasn't scary, or that I wasn't still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I'd be alright. We'd get rained on together. Knowing Braden he'd have a big ass umbrela to shelter us from the worst of it. That there was an uncertain future I could handle.
The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.
Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A 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.
I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?
Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Behind the scenes, there is a Master of the Universe leading you to a better road. It does not matter how long it rained in your life, one day the sun will shine again. No matter how empty your cup may be, only a matter of time before it overflows. Do not worry because the Lord knows a lot you do not know. You are not on your own. So, hold on!
Never lose hope. The darkest clouds precede the loveliest rain!
I set out to find my peace in the skies and the tulips, in the howling of the winds, in the rain under the shed and it was right there residing within me.