Rain comes with it, carrying good news, hope, and joy in souls to announce the beginning of a new life that will blossom with it, and here in this article, I have collected for you the most beautiful thoughts about rain.
Thoughts about rain
- Winter will come... and the universe will breathe out its breath filled with dreams... and the sun will gently wipe the earth's brow and reduce its flame.
- Winter will come... laden with meetings... and white mornings.
- Winter will come.. and my mother’s bosom will fill with warmth.. and her face will become brighter and more beautiful.
- Winter will come.. and I will be with my friends.. We will drink coffee, and talk about things that only befit us.. We will laugh until we cry.
- In winter, rain falls and washes away the grudges from chests and the blackness of hearts.
- In winter, the sky thunders, reminding every tyrant of the power of the mighty.
- In winter, every cruel person realizes that the cold is very harsh.
- I adore winter but not summer. I adore winter.
- When the rain falls, the paints are removed from the faces, and everything returns to its original state, without deception or artificiality.
- I love winter because rain always makes me feel reassured that there is a God who will not let us go.
- I love winter because the warmth of that friend’s feelings transfers to my palms when I shake her hand, warming me.
- I love winter because that strength that makes you throw off your warm covers in the cover of the night to endure the cold water makes me feel the warmth of God’s love.
- I love winter because drinking a warm drink on a frosty night surrounded by people who love you and you love is enough to fill the earth with warmth.
- After the storm comes the rain, after the clouds the sun rises.
- Despite the calm of the winter nights, you find noise inside your heart wherever you go. Your eyes tell nothing but sadness. You sit, alone and confused, with your sorrows, laden with your worries and sorrows, in your dark room, hearing nothing but the sound of the rain falling.
- On your window... raindrops are scattered softly and gently, as if they are whispering in our ears in a faint voice, be optimistic.
- Life is still going on and hope is still there. Those drops are still falling and gently knocking on your window. So you go to look at them closely and stand in front of the window and watch the beauty of the rain, and a smile spreads on you... and you forget your worries.
- Life's troubles and harsh times... and sad sleepless nights. Remember everything... what you were doing before the feeling of despair entered your heart... because of a love that ended or a dream... that faded.
- Under the rain showers, tears drowned and merged with them without a trace, erasing the remaining pain and leaving some of the sadness of memories crowded between the days of a lifetime.
- When rain falls and touches our bodies, it washes the heart of worries and sadness, makes it clear and pure, puts a smile on our faces, and brings joy to the chests of our children.
- O rain, O eraser of the dryness of years, O narrator of the land of trees and orchards, O rain, have mercy on others than the groaning. Everything you hear has a sad sound, even the mountain from your tears begins to soften.
- The rain fell on our soil, and we were happy when it came. We and our loved ones played on our roofs and drank from its water, filling us. How beautiful was the sky in our eyes, as if it were a flowing spring. I saw the birds tugging and flapping their wings, and all the children sang and rejoiced. Everyone was waiting for it, eagerly. The adults and children came out happy with the rain.
- Under the rain showers and on the street sidewalks, it was the story of a drop that pleased a wounded heart and ended up on a sidewalk that swallowed it mercilessly.
- The sky was covered with clouds and filled up, and the stillness of the place moved, and the sun went behind the clouds and there it hid as if it were a nymph. It was ashamed and ashamed of the arrival of the knight and it covered itself. Then the winds began to blow through the trees, so they tilted and the rain began to fall and its grains danced. How beautiful were its rivers on the ground after they had dried.
- The flowers and trees became green, all creatures welcomed and rejoiced. Even the birds swayed and rejoiced. They began to fly and swim, and from the water that dripped, the child came out to play around the waterfalls that had formed. He opened his little mouth and his eyes closed. He did not forget the colorful umbrella in his hand that he held.
- O rain, O eraser of the dryness of years, O narrator of the land of trees and orchards, O rain, have mercy on others than the groaning. Everything you hear has a sad sound, even the mountain from your tears begins to soften.
- There is a little girl holding back her tears in the dark of the night and under the violence of the accumulating rain. Only the rain helps her so that her innocent tears are not revealed. Who knows if she was crying or if it was the rain that wet the details of her little face, but only she has the key to that secret. As soon as she tasted the saltiness of the tears falling like rain showers on her dripping mouth.
- Under the rain showers, blackness had an end, life had a beginning, and sacrifice had a story.
- The weather is soft, and the rain is full of sand. It rejoices the world and cleanses the souls. Raise your hands to the sky and give thanks to God. Today is joy, feasts, and a wedding.
- My friend, the weather drives away sleep. Sitting in his sleep is not the only thing. Sweet rain with good news and clouds. The atmosphere has a clear splendor in his drawings. Let the worries go away with them. No, your atmosphere has become bright in its clouds.
- It is not the rain's fault that the dirt turned into mud and did not become a forest.
- When this rain leaves, it leaves us with a pleasant smell unlike anything else. I prayed to God that I would become like rain... a good precipitation in life... and a better smell when we leave.
- O evening of rain, the absence of thunder, O morning of sorrow and lesson, I walked, a secret lightning made me difficult around me. It prevailed on a day when the clouds and clouds rained. It made rain and rain with the thunders. It rained in the house of expensiveness on the day I thundered.
- The earth is a story with the rain.. It quenches the thirst of the barren years and the sand dances happily to the tunes of the song “Falling”... and the rain showers fall, it has a melodious sound that breaks the stillness of the silence with its calm, sparkling tones in a musical unity that we enjoy and strings that play the sweetest melodies, so you cross countries and visit homelands.
- I love the smell of rain, the cool breeze dancing through the tree branches, and the calm waves that flow from between the hands of the sea.
- The sea is the first source of inspiration and the rain is the drops of inspiration.
- After the storm comes the rain, after the clouds the sun rises.
