All These Raindrops Falling On My Window Lyrics Novels & Stories

RPOV—One Month Later A raindrop landed on my window. I pressed my finger to the glass that separated us, tracing its path as it clumsily slithered down. It collided with other raindrops along the way; however, that only drew it closer to its fall. Before I realized it, my finger ran out of glass to glide on, and the raindrop vanished, now replaced by its brethren that fell from the depressing sky. "Wouldn't it be wonderful, if we could disappear and be forgotten as easily as raindrops?"

The raindrops begin to pelt against my windowpane, a soothing melody to my broken heart. The gloomy weather matches my mood, although a new day has break, I can’t seem to get over yesterday. Did he really mean what he said? The tears that had been welling up inside me spilled forth freely, as I crumpled onto the bed.

The once delicate drizzle that tapped the window soon turned into a heavy pressing my cheek to his forehead, my lips meeting his temple. Tightly Wrapping my arms around him, I feel him shake underneath my grasp and feel his tears begin to soak my t-shirt. I attempt to hold myself together, mustering up enough strength for the both of us. The once delicate drizzle that tapped the window soon turned into a heavy downpour. Raindrops threatened the glass with lightning shows and sounds of thunder, drowning out my faint hushes and his held-up sobs. All I did was hold him, making sure to never let

Duh.. Duh.. *knock* *can I come in?* *door opens* . . . SURPRISE *squealing* _______*******_______ 🎶 My happiest moments weren't complete if you weren't by my side (you weren't by my side) You're my relation in connection to the sun (connection to the sun) With you next to me there's no darkness I can't overcome (I can't overcome) You are my raindrops, I am the seed (I am the seed) 🎶

Staring out the small window of the aeroplane, I counted each drop of rain rolling down the glass until I got to ten, only to start counting all over again. I’ve done this for the past hour, and though the action seems like a boring activity, its the only thing distracting me from the paralyzing thoughts threatening to burst out of the Pandora box within my mind. The music playing from my earbuds changes to another and the song, Oceans by Hillsong United begins with a soothing melody in my ears.

And I wish I could remember how it feels like to be embraced by them together and say how I need them so badly in my life. But that very day I lost them both as the rain stopped from falling. The raindrops— it was the last thing I received from the world itself. That day I lost something important. And after that day, the world became more meaningful to me. With every step I take, it all seems like I am chasing for something unknown. With each fall, I would always stand up to expect more falling. I want to fail better. I want to know how it feels to fall on my own knees. To drown under the water, to burn from the sun's heat, and shiver from ice-cold winter.

I faced the laptop and operated on it. The next morning, I woke up to the bright morning of the day. It was a pleasant day. The chirping sound of the birds echo heavily everywhere. I rubbed my eyes with my palm. My eyes were heavy and my vision was blurry. My body was aching. Yesterday was really stressful and hard. My day was really bad. I lifted up from the bed and did a silent prayer. I climbed down from bed and put on flip flops. I pulled off the night pyjamas and dropped it in a clothes rack. I walked into the bathroom.

All the dramas in my life happened when it rained. The raindrops hit hard in the window and it makes me anxious, my heart starts to beat harder and harder, making me think that maybe even more drama is waiting for us. And before the despair could grab my mind and my heart, I feel Tristan’s fingers caressing my face. “I am here, princess,” he whispers. “ Everything will be fine.”

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

The rain had been falling since dawn, a relentless curtain that blurred the world outside the Steele estate into gray shadows and streaks of water. Each drop struck the windows like the steady beat of a drum, a rhythm that echoed in Sierra’s chest as she stood in her room, staring at her reflection in the mirror.