"But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river— A moment white—then melts forever."

"When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town."

"Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled—where's the snow?"

"Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow."

"Come, see the north-wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion."

"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm."

"Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air."

"Lo, sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere."

"In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago."

"Twere better far That gods should quaff their nectar merrily, And men sing out the day like grasshoppers, So may they haply lull the watchful thunder."

"Thy thunder, conscious of the new command, Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house."

"Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers."

"Hark, hark! Deep sounds, and deeper still, Are howling from the mountain's bosom: There's not a breath of wind upon the hill, Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom: Earth groans as if beneath a heavy load."

"The sky is changed! — and such a change! O night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!"

"Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work."

"The sky is now indelible ink, The branches reft asunder; But you and I we do not shrink; We love the lovely thunder."

"The thunderstorm is a constant phenomenon, raging alternately over some part of the world or the other. Can a single man or creature escape death if all that charge of lightning strikes the earth?"

"See how the rascals use me! They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder."

"C'est l'éclair qui paraît, la foudre va partir."

"The thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass."

"Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?"

"To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder? In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning?"

"The thunder, Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage, Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep."

"As a storm-cloud lurid with lightning And a cry of lamentation, Repeated and again repeated, Deep and loud As the reverberation Of cloud answering unto cloud, Swells and rose away in the distance, As if the sheeted Lightning retreated, Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance."

"I do not yearn for the cloud for I am not the rain. I am the sheer cloud itself, without whose presence there is no existence of rain."

"I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs."

"I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams."

"Life could not be lived wet, whether it be in rain or tears."

"He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass."

"It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills."

"The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main."

"The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary."

"And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain."

"Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary."

"How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet! How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet! How it rattles on the shutter! How it rumples up the lawn! How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter, From darkness until dawn."

"She waits for me; my lady Earth, Smiles and waits and sighs; I'll say her nay, and hide away, Then take her by surprise."

"We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,—and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain."

"[S]o much depends on the weather, so is it raining in your bedroom?"

"From the upper to the lower Samudra he released the celestial waters."

"O Maruts, you raise up rain from the samudra [and] cause-to-rain."

"For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust."

"The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops; let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world."

"For the rain it raineth every day."

"Have you noticed that the rain stopped the instant I had a roof above me? It will start again now that I'm back out. Gods and dogs alike delight to piss on me."

"For just as the rain and the snow pour down from heaven And do not return there until they saturate the earth, making it produce and sprout, Giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, So my word that goes out of my mouth will be. It will not return to me without results, But it will certainly accomplish whatever is my delight, And it will have sure success in what I send it to do."

"Well I've seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town they tell you that this rain can sting, and look down there is no blood around see no sign of pain hay ay ay no pain seeing no red at all, see no rain."

"I bring down rains so heavy it hurts the head; no more talking."

"Jack Harkness: There you go! I can taste it! Oestrogen. Definitely oestrogen. Take the pill, flush it away, it enters the water cycle. Feminizes the fish. Goes all the way up into the sky then falls all the way back down onto me. Contraceptives in the rain. Love this planet. Still, at least I won't get pregnant. Never doing that again."

"A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moists the field."