The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
Rain is also very difficult to film, particularly in Ireland because it's quite fine, so fine that the Irish don't even acknowledge that it exists.
In summer winter rain or sun, it's good to be on horseback.
I wanted to be a journalist, I thought it was glamorous and that I'd meet beautiful women in the rain.
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long?
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way.
Any party which takes credit for the rain must not be surprised if its opponents blame it for the drought.
For when they see the people swarm into the streets, and daily wet to the skin with rain, and yet cannot persuade them to go out of the rain, they do keep themselves within their houses, seeing they cannot remedy the folly of the people.
The 1927 Wimbledon finals were almost put off because of the rain, which threatened every moment.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
Everything that we inherit, the rain, the skies, the speech, and anybody who works in the English language in Ireland knows that there's the dead ghost of Gaelic in the language we use and listen to and that those things will reflect our Irish identity.
It always seemed to me a bit pointless to disapprove of homosexuality. It's like disapproving of rain.
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
Into each life some rain must fall.