‘Purple Rain’ is probably the best soundtrack.
My mom had me at 16 and took me every place she went. I remember going on peace marches. She tried to take me to Woodstock – it was pouring rain. It was on my birthday, and I was crying so much in the car they turned the car around and dumped me at my grandmother’s house… I had a little attitude.
AIDS is the revenge of the rain forest.
A seed depends on a whole host of factors to grow – from the fertility of the soil to the right mix of rain and sun to not being eaten by a passing bird. The same goes for an idea. For an idea to really take hold, other factors come into play, from timing to the emerging technology that makes it possible.
I was a big fan of the Rain Parade, Green on Red, X, the Rolling Stones.
The Nationals tried hard to recover the lost ground. The final result, however, was the success of the Forest Citys by a score of 29 to 23 in a nine innings game, twice interrupted by rain.
I don’t know why, but rain comes into my head the minute I think of my childhood.
I was involved in a serious accident driving in torrential rain at midnight in Cardiff. I was only doing five miles an hour, but because I couldn’t see very well, I crossed a junction and collided with another car that was driving very fast. I ended up in hospital for six weeks with a shattered pelvis.
We have over 30 dams in Puerto Rico, and I think only one works. We’re here in the rain forest, and we have plenty of water. It’s insane.
The rain, which had continued yesterday and last night, ceased this morning. We then proceeded, and after passing two small islands about ten miles further, stopped for the night at Piper’s landing, opposite another island.
The rain forest has Sting. Now Siberia has Jack Dee. Someone had to draw the short straw. In this case it was the rain forest.
I will never, ever forget the electricity I felt the first time I listened to the ‘Purple Rain’ soundtrack – and many times since.
Nothing looks as great on videotape as Hollywood after a rain.
It’s a relief to hear the rain. It’s the sound of billions of drops, all equal, all equally committed to falling, like a sudden outbreak of democracy. Water, when it hits the ground, instantly becomes a puddle or rivulet or flood.
I can recall, as a young adult, running through the rain forest at the Forest Reserve, at times feeling a sense of fear when I felt I was in danger. In danger of confronting an ugly snake or a coral snake, which represented the greatest fear of someone in a rural area when you traverse the forest.
Jis Din Tum’ is such a beautiful song to hear. When I came to know that we were going to shoot it in the rain, it was so exciting!
It was the mid-80s and we were on the verge of making it big all over the world, having just released Sparkle in the Rain. However, as with many U.K. bands, the U.S. was proving tough to crack.
‘Singin’ in the Rain’ and childbirth are two of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life.
I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.
Life is about choices. Some we regret, some were proud of. Some will haunt us forever. ‘Black Rain’ was very much about choices. The message – we are what we chose to be.
Predicting rain doesn’t count. Building arks does.
I believe that people, regardless of their station in life, should be able to sit down at a table to a meal – inside away from the heat and cold, the rain and the snow.
May 8th 1943. Deluge. The rain not only fell mainly on the plain in Spain; it also fell mainly on the back of the bloody neck, dripping down the spine into the socks where it came out of the lace-holes in the boots.
‘Heavy Rain’ is really ‘Fahrenheit’ with more experience, more maturity, and probably a better vision and understanding of how this type of experience can be created.
Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.
I’m grateful for rain because, when I was kidnapped, that meant that I had something to drink.
He was so benevolent, so merciful a man that, in his mistaken passion, he would have held an umbrella over a duck in a shower of rain.
The reviewers tear me apart. I bleed. I’m a favorite target. They go along for six months looking at movies, praying for rain, and then a new Sandra Dee movie comes out, and their eyes open, and they lick their lips. Before they’ve ever seen it.
I think poems return us to that place of mud and dirt and earth, sun and rain.
Only he shakes the heavens and from its treasures takes our the winds. He joins the waters and the clouds and produces the rain. He does all those things. Only he realizes miracles permanently.
In Italy, they say rain on your wedding day is symbolic of fresh beginnings, cleansing, a pure marriage, and also a wet knot that can’t be untied.
Because pandemics almost always begin with the transmission of an animal microbe to a human, it’s work that takes me all around the globe – from rain forest hunting camps of central Africa to wild animal markets of east Asia.
If I decide to leave Bayern Munich, it will be for a Spanish club. I have to think about what my family wants as well and my wife would be delighted to move to Spain. She doesn’t like all the rain and snow and is reluctant to go to England.
I can’t imagine voluntarily standing beside an F1 track in the rain, watching motorised wedges plastered in corporate decals zooming past at 500mph.
Sometime you go out and you wonder why these people are standing in the rain, and then you realize that years ago you were a fan, too. I, too, was chased by cops for watching my favourite celebrities.
That’s what I love. Not being interrupted, sitting in a car by myself and listening to music in the rain. There are so many great songs yet to sing.
I can bring Rain with me everywhere I go, but when she’s in school, I don’t know what I’ll do. The longest I’ve been away from her is three days, and I cried my eyes out. The first day of school will be so hard.
I can tell you, if you shoot in the rain you’re going to have a lot of voice ADR to do after the movie and voice looping, stuff like that.
Even as global warming increases the frequency of El Nino and the Atlantic event, their effects are being amplified by the annual loss of an area of rain forest the size of New Jersey. Less rain falls, and the water runs into the rivers instead of being sucked up by the fungus filaments and tree roots.
I have ‘Purple Rain’ on purple vinyl.
I pay attention to the sun. I’ve worn sunglasses while I play, for years, and apply sunscreen. No matter where I’m playing, there’s a rain suit in my bag, too.
We’ve pitched and even begun development on a number of fantasy worlds that have never seen the light of day. All of those worlds… It’s soul-crushing to see them sputter out, one by one. Lost. Like tears. In rain.
If I were running the world I would have it rain only between 2 and 5 a.m. Anyone who was out then ought to get wet.
I’m not very good in the rain. I don’t wear a golf glove.
Qawaali is the art, that’s in my soul. It’s the ground. Everything else is a passing season – wind, rain, sunshine.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Yes, Brazil, like the whole world, stands to lose a lot in a climate-altered world. But it’s also one of the major forces determining our future: It’s the home of most of the Amazon rain forest.
A cantor, when he starts singing, it’s like rain – once it starts, it’s hard to stop.
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.
My favorite movies were ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ and stuff that had a more classic comedy type feel, that more slapsticky stuff. It’s the comedy I’ve gravitated towards.
We’re not going to just duplicate ‘Heavy Rain,’ because we are passionate about innovation and discovery, so we’re trying to discover new ground and see how we can move from ‘Heavy Rain’ and create something even more immersive.
For me, my mentor was Rain who I like and admire so much. To be able to appear in the same place with him as a mentor to someone is meaningful and such an honor.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
You reap what you sow, and sometimes the soil can be very dry, and sometimes it will bring a lot of rain.
Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It’s very easy to enjoy yourself.
Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.
Soul mate and rain are perfect combination.
I was never a lonely child who sat looking at the rain sliding down the window.
Some media used to talk about video games only to say how violent or addictive they could be. With ‘Heavy Rain,’ they talked about the story of the game and the emotions they felt while playing.
