Pastoral Resources

The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

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

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

It's hard when you see a scene where it's raining, and we have the rain machine, and you see it for 5 minutes, but that scene takes all day to shoot, and you do it with rain, and the dry off, and go back and do it again.

There was no money in the sport but we'd be out there day in, day out, rain or shine, doing it.

I love going to the feed store and drinking coffee and talking about how much rain we need.

Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man's growth without destroying his roots.

I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.

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.

I'm just waiting for people to start asking me to make the rain disappear.

I commonly went ashore every day, either upon business, or to recreate myself in the fields, which were very pleasant, and the more for a shower of rain now and then, that ushers in the wet season.

Who am I that I have to sing under an umbrella? These people are my fans, and if they can stand in the rain to hear me sing, I can stand in the rain.

I think it's really important to use your hands and get close to materials. To be up close to real things like rain and mud; to have contact with nature.

There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

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.

A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.

I never played inside as a kid - even in the rain I'd go out.

You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.

While I was at college studying design I decided to paint. I was also greatly inspired by the colours that I had seen on my travels in the Brazilian Rain forest.