Funny Quote Rain Novels & Stories

“I have a gut feeling that it's going to rain. Just don't blame me when it actually happens.” Jasper continued to laugh at me for sounding so serious and promised me it wouldn't rain.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

I said trying to pull him instead he push me into the rain. "What the-" I exclaimed shocked as the rain drenched me in a matter of minutes, he laughed. "That's not funny Adrian, I'm mad at you" I declared my frown deepening. "Oh come on...it's actually fun seeing you get wet" He cackled again but my cheeks reddened in a blush at the second meaning of the word he'd just stated, snap out of it Natalie, I mentally scolded myself before moving to the array, ignoring my silly thoughts.

“Huh?” “Look, the rain is getting heavy.” As if on cue, the rain turned heavier. Showering us with its big drops. “Then what should we do now?” she worriedly asked. “Enjoy the rain.” I smiled at her. “B-But, we might catch a cold if we— I look up at the sky and open my arms wide as if I’m sacrificing my body to the rain. “Look Angela, the rain is pouring so hard for us! HAHAHAHA!”

We clink our glasses, the sunlight catching the liquid inside, casting a rainbow of colors on the surface of the water. Sabrina takes a sip of her drink, sighing contentedly. "Okay, I have to admit, this is the perfect way to spend a lazy afternoon." Michal raises his glass in agreement. "Cheers to spontaneous fun and unexpected pool showers!" I nod, watching as the sun begins its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange, pink, and gold. There's a cozy silence shared between the four of us, an understanding that these quirky, laughter-filled moments define true friendship.

Callista asked and Haru immediately answered while her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the rain falling on her face. "Because of this rain, I experienced happy and sad circumstances. The rain witnessed all that I went through. And do you know that it is better to cry while it is raining because no one can see you crying because the rain accompanies you when you cry. You are free to cry without anyone noticing." Haru said and help Callista to enter the house because Callista were sick more when it got soaked in the rain. Callista was quiet as Haru helped her to enter to the house.

The sky rumbled again, and as I stepped out, it let down its torrents. I hurried under the protection of the roof, so did Rafael. I giggled as he was slightly soaked from the heavy rain. "What’s funny?" he laughed, shaking the drops of water off his suit. "Nothing," I giggled again. This time, I pushed him into the rain. "What are you doing?" he laughed as he stood in the heavy downpour, looking at me, now fully wet. "I’ll get back at you," he glared playfully. "No need," I said, stepping into the rain myself. "I like the rain."

Besides, who exactly gave Todd the illusion that he was someone important? I scoffed. "Todd Westman, from the moment you had the audacity to spout all that, you lost the right to speak to me." People could only communicate meaningfully when they were on the same intellectual level. Seeing how resolute I was, Todd struggled frantically and screamed, "No… Babe, listen to me. I can explain. I was just confused for a second. I love you!" "Shut up. Just listening to you makes my ears feel dirty."

She stood there soaked in blood, chest rising and falling, looking dangerous under the moonlight. Not like someone who had been caught. Like someone who had just shown everyone what she really was. I stared. Malcolm stared. Then Malcolm burst into laughter, shocked and proud all at once. He rushed to her and pulled her into a fierce hug. “That was brilliant,” he said. “You made it rain blood!” Rain laughed breathlessly, still shaken but glowing with adrenaline. “I call it Make it Rain.” Malcolm laughed harder. “I love it.” For a brief second, seeing her alive, fierce, and smiling lit something inside me.