Funny Quote Rain Mga Nobela at Kwento

He grinned. “Not at all. I’ll tell you one thing though, I’m happy you know how to read. Quoting Maya Angelou. Does my sexiness offend you?” He repeated the quote mockingly. “It’s good Raine.” He laughed. I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have time to entertain Jordan; I was more concerned about this meeting.

I really hope she's not angry because of my previous action. I went towards her and before i can say anything to her she asked me "Isn't it beautiful???" "Huh???'' I was confused, what she is Saying?? "Dazzling rain.'' ''Ohh... yeah. I mean it's good. Water accumulates on the road, all roads are filled with mud. If you get wet in rain by mistake then you get cold and a little fever too. So, yeah it's nice." I replied to Tani looking outside.

“Well, a little rain never hurt anyone. Maybe it will uncover some of these mines.” “Shit. It’s about to get really cold.”

Rain shouted, “it was crazy.” “Could be worse though, could have been angry instead.” I said, shrugging my shoulder. “True, my smart bossy lady. My beautiful firecracker. My, -“ I laughed, “okay, you can stop with the crazy names. Just take me home, Rain.”

"Yes. How do you know the rest?" Rain didn't answer. Instead, his eyes turned into daggers as he looked at River. River was standing there, and suddenly, his tense face started to crack. A small, amused smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Rain looked around the room, spotted a heavy decorative pillow on the chair, and hurled it at River’s head with all his strength. River ducked and started laughing loudly. "You son of a bitch!" Rain yelled. "That’s your alternative line! You stayed out there and filmed us?"

I leaned my head on Stephen's shoulder, I stared carefully at the setting sun. A few minutes later it started raining so we took shelter in a cottage. I raised my palm and caught every drop of rain.... I looked at the four of them who were now laughing as if they were talking about something funny, I also smiled while looking at them. Someone told me... 'Love is like rain Sometimes suddenly Sometimes it takes a while Sometimes the speed ends but why is rain so special? Because like love you can feel it but you can't stop it.' I'm happy, we're happy...I hope you are too Vanessa. -THE END-

She just laughed at that before looking out of the window to see that it was raining. “It's raining.” Informed Sabrina. Rain is certainly one of Sabrina's favorite weather, when she was younger, she would always force some of her friends to play with her under it and when they refuse she would just find a way to make them wet or basically just force them to go under it. “Man, I hate the rain.” Shawn mumbled under his breath louder than he intended to. Returning her gaze back to the window, Sabrina saw a familiar empty field and that's when an idea came into her mind again.

As I stare out of the kitchen window at the bright rainbow peeking out of the clouds, I am reminded of a quote I once read somewhere: “After the rain comes the sunshine.” I turn away and walk towards Dawn. “Please bring Noah’s lunch bag and a cup of coffee to the dining.” “Yes, Ma’am,” she curtseys.

But we have no intention of hiding; we are on a mission to enjoy every drop. As we walk, the raindrops kiss our faces, and we can't help but laugh, a contagious joy bubbling between us. It isn't long before we stumble upon a roadside coffee stall, its aroma inviting us in. We ordered two steaming cups, the warm liquid a comforting contrast to the cool rain. Sipping our coffee, we share heartfelt conversations that flow like the rain itself. We talk about dreams, fears, and the future. Time seems to stand still as we bare our souls to each other, the rain acting as our trusted confidant.

I asked, taking note that he was all alone. He chuckled "Well, I'm not," he paused and gasped "but I'm not one to just follow orders,, you see?" I scoffed at that "Silly" I said but I knew that he so much reminded me of my previous self. The self that was healthy enough to defile orders. "There's something with the wind," he said "the way it rustles by, caressing the flowers and redirecting the rain" I dimmed my eyes a little, trying to understand exactly what he meant by that. But the next second, I burst into laughter. I think that was the very first time I'd laughed for days and I'm still thankful to him even as I write this.