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Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.

Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Fall, Sea
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 30, 2015

It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Kids, Window
Haruki Murakami (1993). “Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World: A Novel”, Vintage

The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground

Haruki Murakami
Running, Rain, Dark

Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Heart, Rivers
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 04, 2015

Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Mean, Gazing
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Dance Dance Dance”, p.5, Random House

I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Thinking, Rocks

I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

Haruki Murakami
Lonely, Rain, Moving

Colours shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Rain, Yellow
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 08, 2015

I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Tired, Monkeys

I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I'd been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took on a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves.

Haruki Murakami
Depressing, Moving, Rain
"A Wild Sheep Chase". Book by Haruki Murakami, 1982.

Not that running away's going to solve everything. I don't want to rain on your parade or anything, but I wouldn't count on escaping this place if I were you. No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything.

Haruki Murakami
Running, Distance, Rain
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Mar 21, 2016

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

Haruki Murakami
Loneliness, Rain, Fall
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Sputnik Sweetheart”, p.146, Random House

Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Earthquakes, Mind
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Dance Dance Dance”, p.68, Random House

If there's any guy crazy enough to attack me, I'm going to show him the end of the world -- close up. I'm going to let him see the kingdom come with his own eyes. I'm going to send him straight to the southern hemisphere and let the ashes of death rain all over him and the kangaroos and the wallabies.

Haruki Murakami
Badass, Crazy, Rain

I was reborn," she said, her hot breath brushing his ear. "You were reborn," Tengo said. "Because I died once." "You died once," Tengo repeated. "On a night when there was a cold rain falling," she said. "Why did you die?" "So I would be reborn like this." "You would be reborn," Tengo said. "More or less," she whispered quietly. "In all sorts of forms.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Fall, Night
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84:”, p.113, Random House

Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Wind, Smell
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Dance Dance Dance”, p.307, Random House

Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Unique, Roots
"The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". Book by Haruki Murakami, 1997.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It's always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Dark, People
"The Fierce Imagination of Haruki Murakami". Interview with Sam Anderson, www.nytimes.com. October 21, 2011.

What do we talk about? Just ordinary things. What happened today, or books we've read, or tomorrow's weather, you know. Don't tell me you're wondering if people jump to their feet and shout stuff like 'It'll rain tomorrow if a polar bear eats the stars tonight!

Haruki Murakami
Stars, Rain, Book
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.140, Random House

When it's raining like this," said Naoko, "it feels as if we're the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Wish, Together
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.213, Random House

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