Along the pavement-colored hall doors stood half open on either side, all the way down; each one was numbered in bright bald tin, each one stood just so much ajar in the gas-lit corridor. Just enough to reveal half-dressed men and women waiting for the rain or about to make love or already through loving and about to get drunk; or already half drunk and beginning to argue about how soon it was going to rain or whose turn it was to run down for whisky or whether it was time to make love again or forget it for once and just wait for rain. Nelson Algren
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.
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Paulo Coelho
I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.
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Nikki Giovanni
If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?
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Tite Kubo
Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing." ~ Sam (Hilary Duff), A Cinderella Story
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Hilary Duff
Valentine WeatherKiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.
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Edwin Morgan
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