All These Raindrops Falling On My Window Lyrics Novels & Stories

He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it. As the raindrops fall upon the car window so does my tears upon my cheek. Ragon drives me to Cronus's pack as a storm begins its wrath. It's funny how the weather describes perfectly what is happening within me. There's a storm in my heart and when I think of Deimos it thunders and strikes bringing forth pain.

I went to take a shower after dinner. It was then that I suddenly saw a weird palm print on the glass window. Someone must have left that palm print behind with their soapy hand while taking a shower. The print was quite faint and white against the shiny glass on the window. It was obviously a woman's handprint, and it wasn't mine. My hand was a little bigger than this. So I couldn't have been the one who put it there. It couldn't have been my daughter, Bella Quinton, either. She had tiny hands and wasn't even tall enough to reach that spot yet. Also, it definitely did not belong to my husband, Rory Quinton.

The scene etched itself in my mind, proving that I was an outsider in what I thought was my family. I took a deep breath and slid the renewal application back to the staff member.

The morning was gray. I stood at the window, watching the rain fall. It came down in sheets, blurring the mountains, washing the world clean. The safe house felt smaller today, the walls pressing in like the sides of a coffin. The rain tapped against the glass, a steady, rhythmic sound that should have been soothing. It wasn't. It sounded like fingers drumming on a table, impatient, waiting for something I couldn't name.

"Hey now, don't lump me in with men like that." I narrow my eyes on him but don't respond. He could be married with 2.5 kids at home and a dog named Squirt. I walk over and look out the office window. I've been to The Flying Goat a few times before and once when they had a party on the back patio, which is what I'm currently looking at. I'm surprised I've never seen him before. A flash of lighting lights up the sky and I watch as rain pelts the glass. I didn't even realize it was raining. It actually brightens up this day for me, though. I love a good thunderstorm.

It was so heartwarming and beautiful…. Soon I heard the tinkling sound of water droplets falling on the floor, they were actually looking like pearls falling from the sky. The rain was falling, I was standing by the glass window looking out the water pouring down on the earth from the sky. “Did anyone give punishment to you?” I heard his whisper. His addictive familiar natural scent reached my nostrils. I turned around and gave him ‘What are you talking about’ look. He grinned placing his hands on either side of the wall caging me between the wall and him.

3rd pov; Let it all out. Sadness and anguish, everything. It had been raining for hours now. The steady patter of water against the windows had been producing a continuous tap sound. It was supposed to be a full moon tonight but it felt as if the sky was pouring the sorrow out of it.

His horrible words bringing me back out my damn thoughts, even though I glanced at his dead looking face one last time, still I couldn't stand the embarrassment anymore. Turning my legs around, I wasted no more time before walking out, even though all my heart kept on doing was burning Fucking tears swelling back into my eyes again, I couldn't stop anything. ****** Raindrops wetting the glassy expensive window, I watch as it blurred the glass, before sliding down. Thunder striking as the countless rain drops kept falling off, even though it was raining yet again for the hundredth time in a single month, and I have always loved the rain, still that wasn't enough to stop the tornado that my he

Like a break in a tune played too often. I faced the window. Rain was still coming down softly. The sky was dark but not gray. There was a shine in the puddles that made me think of kids' mornings—sitting by the window, seeing raindrops make random lines on the glass that, for some reason, seemed like secret maps to hidden feelings. I realized I liked Dylan. I understood he was a guy I’d secretly wished would be my ‘safe place’. But caring for someone doesn’t mean the worry goes away does it?

He answered loudly as he turned the volume higher than before. I chortled and sang the song. I turned the windows down of the jeep and rested my hand out to let the light rain hit my skin, it makes me happy. I always feel like a child whenever it rains. It washes away all my worries and the darkness that turns my heart into the darkest shade of black.