Funny Quote Rain Novels & Stories

"Like ‘we’ll figure it out’ or ‘you’re going to be a great dad.’ Not ‘prepare for a poopocalypse.’" Rain smirked. "You are going to be a great dad. But you're also going to experience poop like you've never experienced before." I groaned again, but this time it edged toward laughter. "Fantastic. Truly magical." "Hey, magical poop is still magical," Rain said, solemn as a priest. I shook my head, finally cracking a full smile. "You’re such an idiot." "Medium-sized idiot," he corrected, grinning. The door creaked open just then, and Lia poked her head out, her hair a little messy but her eyes bright with amusement. "Are you two done being dramatic?"

quipped in Nisim. “No, it doesn’t. At least for me, it doesn’t. I feel happy whenever I get drenched in rain,” Jahnobi replied, and then she asked me how I felt. I said that it felt great, especially, to get drenched in mistimed rains. The rain-drenched moment with Junali flashed in like a collage of monochromatic images. Along with those images, echoed the promise I had made to myself: I wouldn’t leave you, no matter how embarrassing the moments are.

“That sounds great, summer does smells like freedom, doesn’t it, Uncle? Even with all this rain.” “Best part of summer, kuzum, rain always makes the dirt and dust go away,” he chuckled, shooting me a sidelong glance as rain streaked his sunglasses. “Sorry, Manolya! Gotta swing by work, I forgot something. Quick stop, I swear, the rain won’t slow us down!”

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

I’ve given Nanetta enough wins over the last few days while dating Duke that I’m more than willing to let Sarah take over this time, damn the consequences. “Excuse me,” I say in my sweetest belle accent, stepping up to the desk and confronting the walrus-man, “but perhaps I can explain this situation to you better. You see that stuff coming down from the sky out there? That’s called ‘rain.’ Rain is made of water. Water is wet. So rain makes things wet. Therefore, even if this poor gentleman were able to send up someone to dry up your balcony for you, it would just get wet again by the time they were done. Do you understand, or should I use smaller words?”

He literally called me a fucktoy. "Okay" was all I said as I looked outside the window, watching the clouds get dark. It was going to rain, at least that would keep me off thoughts for a while. I love the rain, it's like my own stress ball. Whenever I feel down, I just go under the rain and when it isn't raining, I go under the shower. The little splattering sounds of the drops caused a smile on my face.

She started rushing forward. Rain threw her head back and laughed. That sight made my heart skip not one but few beats. It was the first time I have seen her laugh. It was like soothing music to my ears. "You aren't that strong baby. Even if you pull me, you can't pull Damien.", Rain stated in a fact tone. Amber looked back and pouted. So f*cking cute! "Rain I think if we wait any longer than our little koala would turn into an unhappy bear.", I stated.

while I stood by the porch, hugging myself. I took his jacket off my waist and used it to warm my bare arms. Thunders began to grumble as the rain clouds approached. "Gosh, I hate the rain," I muttered when I felt the showers of rain begin to pour. Rain makes the sand muddy, it's dark, and it's... sad. Since I'm an outgoing person, I can't bear with it. What I meant was my shoes could get dirty, and it's sad because I couldn't party well, couldn't shop well.

“What are you doing?” I glance up at him with my bright smile, stomping in the puddle. I run to the next puddle and do the same thing, an elated feeling filling my belly. The big puddles with lots of water are the most fun. He chuckles. “Playing in the rain, are we now.” Sticking my tongue out at him I reply, “It’s fun D, don’t be a party pooper.”

It was the exact tone he used whenever he thought I was making a scene out of nothing. I looked down and wrung the water out of my cuffs. "I was out in the rain too." Winston stiffened for a second. His gaze fell upon my shoulder, which was entirely dark and soaked through, and his expression softened a fraction. "Alright, look. I'll buy you a brand new one later. Tonight's launch event is critical, so don't bring your personal feelings into work." A faint, bitter smile touched my lips. "Am I still the main presenter for tonight's launch?"