The sound of rain.
It’s so soothing to me, the way it beats against my window and lulls me into a deep sleep.
We don’t know how many nights we’ve fallen asleep to the sound of rain on my window, but it feels like just about every night since we’re a kid. And it feels like I’ll keep doing it for as long as you live. We all love falling asleep to the sound of rain hitting the window next to my bed. It’s a great way to start the day, and we like to think of it as a reminder that there are still good things in the world.
It’s not just because it makes me feel like you’re in a movie, or that it makes me feel like you’re in a book, or even because it’s so soothing and relaxing—although that is certainly part of it. No, it’s also because when you fall asleep to the sound of rain hitting the window, you are reminded of how much you love the way our world works.
The way we can go out into nature and find what we need right where we live. The way we can create shelter out of thin air if we need to. The way we can help each other make our lives better even when they seem pretty hopeless at times.
There are so many things about our world that remind me of how amazing it is, and how thankful I am for being able to live here.
- “It is raining at the top of my roof, and I am inside my blanket in this chilling night with an open window, missing my love and listening the rain singing a lullaby to me.” ― Shabnam Sinha
- “I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak…” — Neil Gaiman
- “Does it get any better than sleeping next to you on a cold rainy night? Watching myself in your eyes and the way I shine in there. Hearing the drizzle and getting weaker every time the breeze touches our bare skin. Every time you smile, these little butterflies with their wings on fire, fly inside my heart, and I constantly fail to cage these feelings in mere words. All I need at that moment is you inside my arms. And to stay a prisoner inside your eyes, for an eternity.” ― Akshay Vasu
- A merciful heart beats contently stronger than many vengeful ones – Author: Munia Khan
- When we’re awake, we see what we need to see. When we’re asleep, we see what is really there. – Author: Jodi Picoult
- Spindly branches of buttercups were secreted among gleaming stems still moist at the roots from last night’s rain that had washedand refreshed the entire wood, had dowered it in poignant transparency, the unique, inconsolable quality of rainy countries, as if all was glimpsed through tears. – Author: Angela Carter
- Rain, Aren’t you my soul’s joyful tears only longing for the sky to be happy? – Author: Munia Khan
- It was an allegorical, metaphorical, rhetorical question. – Author: Billy Phillips
- It was the second week of February, a rainy Wednesday, a generous few degrees above zero, and some absolute twat on the Entertainment committee had decided that what the student body really needed was a Beach Party theme night. – Author: Erin Lawless
- I am convinced that a light supper, a good night’s sleep, and a fine morning, have sometimes made a hero of the same man, who, by an indigestion, a restless night, and rainy morning, would have proved a coward. – Author: Lord Chesterfield
- There are some days where the mysterious art screams spectacularly, for instance on a rainy day under the city lights at night! – Author: Mehmet Murat Ildan
- I have a picture of a rainy Paris street scene which I bought when I was 33 and on my first trip to Paris. I go past it when I go upstairs every night and it reminds me of that trip and makes me happy – Author: George Clooney
- Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands … anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon … Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes. – Author: D.H. Lawrence
- I like home recordings and studio recordings just as much as each other – I don’t think one is better – but for this record I wanted to see what I could do in a real studio with real producers. – Author: Elliott Smith
- During the night, there had been a sound of water on the other side of the wall. In my sleep I was looking out from the fourth-floor bedroom at nearby buildings bathed in rain, gleaming with neon and street lamp colors.” ― Yūko Tsushima
- “The all-night rain puts out summer like a torch. In the heavy, black rain falling straight from invisible, dark sky to invisible, dark earth the heat of summer is annihilated, the splendor is dead, the summer is gone. The midnight rain buries it away where it has buried all sound but its own. I am alone in the dark still night, and my ear listens to the rain piping in the gutters and roaring softly in the trees of the world. Even so will the rainfall darkly upon the grass over the grave when my ears can hear it no more…” — Edward Thomas
- “The wind whirls and whistles and strip pink blooms from the mimosas, scatters twigs, broken limbs, pine needles and pine cones across our yard, and robs the pecan trees of a thousand leaves. The storm eventually dies, but the bruised trees continue to weep into the night, still shimmering with dewy leaves when the sun comes up the next morning.” ― Brenda Sutton Rose
