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Quotes & Sayings About Beautiful Weather- Rain

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Top Beautiful Weather- Rain Quotes

Beautiful Weather- Rain Quotes By Vincent Van Gogh

We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it. — Vincent Van Gogh

Beautiful Weather- Rain Quotes By Bisco Hatori

The rain is a necessary prelude to beautiful weather. So even if your heart is in downpour right now it only means it will become exceptionally beautiful in time. — Bisco Hatori

Beautiful Weather- Rain Quotes By Jasleen Kaur Gumber

What are you staring at?"
"Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not? — Jasleen Kaur Gumber

Beautiful Weather- Rain Quotes By Jose N. Harris

Nothing is promised to us, especially not the weather, but still, one day of warm beautiful sunshine is still one day of warm beautiful sunshine. Today's rain can never change that! — Jose N. Harris

Beautiful Weather- Rain Quotes By Craig Taylor

London is actually a beautiful place when the weather's good; the mood is lighter and everybody's smiling. But for the other 350 days a year, it's miserable. You're standing there waiting for the bus in the rain or you're waiting for a train on a platform and it's freezing. Always a persistent drizzle - or if it's not drizzling, it's overcast and cold. — Craig Taylor

Beautiful Weather- Rain Quotes By Catherine Fisher

One thing she realized soon was that the rain here was eternal. The weather must have changed since the Emperor's time, because now the tower loomed constantly in its cloud of drizzle; all the long afternoons rain trickled in runnels and gutters and spouts, spattering through gargoyles of hideous beasts and goblins that spat far down on the heads of hurrying clerks. Always the roofs ran with water; it dripped and plopped and splashed through culverts and drains, or sheeted down, a relentless liquid gurgle that never stopped, until she started to imagine that this was the song the tower sang, through all the throats and mouths and pipes of its endless body. — Catherine Fisher