Menangis Dalam Hujan Novels & Stories

Just a smile and the rain is gone 🎶🎵 Can hardly believe it (yeah)🎶🎵 There's an angel standing next to me🎶🎵 Reaching for my heart🎶🎵 Napansin ko ang pag ngiti ng mga labi n'ya na nag-palakas pa lalo ng loob ko. Nagsimula na ring mag-lakad ang mga taong nasa parking lot papunta sa likuran ng babaeng kinakantahan ko. Waring nakiki-usyoso sila sa aming dalawa.

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.

I angrily smashed my phone on the ground, leaned back on my car, I groaned angrily. How am I supposed to go back home, I can't take a public transport, no! I can't, I fucking can't. Eventually the rain came pouring heavily soaking me wet! Oh, great. Joon pov! "Not only that they successfully exhausted his tires, the rain is making things perfect for me right now!" I told Cynthia my sister over the phone.

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.

I just smiled, then we continue watching the rain as it kept on pouring down. "Matthew." "Huh?" "There's someone singing there. In the middle of the rain," she said as she pointed at the man singing while holding his guitar. He didn't mind the hard rain pouring down and just kept on singing. Winter looked at me again. And from that look on her face, I already knew what she was going to say. "We can't go there, Winter. We might get sick if we let ourselves in the middle of the rain." "But we're already soaking wet, anyway."

"Playing in the rain is fun when you're with someone, especially someone you're close with." "But do you think of the consequence?" "Cold?" She laughed. "I catch cold while waiting outside for the rain to stop and also while playing in the rain. It's the same for both. There's this saying that you don't have to wait for the storm to pass when you can actually dance in the rain. Well. . .it has a literary meaning, but at the same time, the practical aspect of it is not that bad." Why does she sound so much like her? He asked himself as he moved closer to her. He must have been thinking about her too much lately, he concluded.

I'm feeling like it would rain today. "Wow, that would be great if it starts raining." I squealed joyfully. I will get drenched in rain with him if it starts raining. I'm going crazy with happiness. My wait is going to be over within a few minutes. I'll finally meet Mr. stranger. My imagination will get a face.

And yet, later on, I couldn't tell if I was truly happy. If getting what I wanted was happiness, then why did I still feel this ache and sorrow even with Philip? I had no answer. I just held Mom's hand and promised something even I wasn't certain of. "I will, Mom. I will be happy." Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice my heel catching on my dress. As I tripped, my veil flew up, and I caught a glimpse of the guests' panicked faces. The next moment, I fell into a strong embrace.

"Miss Lisa, the rain’s too heavy! The roads are littered with landslides and falling rocks—it’s a death trap!" "Rescue teams are already on their way—" I rolled down the window, and rain gusted inside instantly. "If the rain doesn’t stop, there’ll be more landslides any minute." "By the time rescue gets here, it’ll be too late!" "Tell the rescue team to lock onto Mopan Ridge Pass!" "I’m bringing them back safe!" With that, I rolled the window up. The tires tore through the puddles, sending a spray of murky water half a meter high, and the car roared into the gray, rain-choked curtain of the storm.