Quotes About Rain And Sadness Mga Nobela at Kwento

It started from the day when you said goodbye The rain fall from above With those beautiful set of eyes Sadness was kept from inside Tears fell like it won't stop 🎶 Pinikit ko yung mata ko habang nasabay sa tugtog.

pabulong na sagot ko, kahit pa malinaw naman sa akin ang naging sagot niya. “Do you know what it means when you dream of the rain?” tanong niya, marahan naman akong umiling. “Not really.” “Most of the times it means positive and happy feelings about everything in life. People says that if you’re going through something difficult in life and you dreamt of the rain, it’s like the heaven’s cheering you up, encouraging you to move along no matter how hard the situation is,” mahabang paliwanag niya.

Pero dahil sa pagkawala niya pakiramdam ko nawala na ang kakayahan kong maging masaya at magmahal ulit. “Okay, I'm sorry. Alam ko naman kung ano ang papel ko sa buhay mo, Zach! I am just a stupid ex of yours! And now your fuck body!” tila hinging paumahin ni Rain. But I know she wants more than that. Alam ko kung ano ang gusto ni Rain.

"Fine, if that's how you want it. I give up on you Jade, don't ever expect me to be with you ever again as well." At umalis na 'ko. That was the most ridiculous and a fucking waste of precious time on someone who's garbage. But as i was already out of the subdivision, the rain started pour. Sumilong ako kagad sa pinakamalapit na silungan. But it was strange that the rain kept getting on my face even though i'm already at some dry place.

It is about mind over matter but I cannot apply it today, iba na talaga pag nasa reyalidad ka di mo alam ang gagawin sa ganitong sitwasyon. How long I will stay from this cold weather? Dinama ko ang patak ng ulan. “I now love the rain because it hides my tears and pretend not to cry when I’m hurt.” I can’t keep on crying sobrang sakit parin, Ano ba ako para sayo Ten? I thought you will be the one? Nararamdaman kong ako ang pabigat sa buhay mo.

Ang hanging pang-gabi ang bumalot sa’kin, parang alam ang sitwasyon ko at pilit na pinapagaan ang damdamin. That night, the sky wasn’t wonderful. It’s a bit gray and dark. Like the colors of sorrow and pain. The moon was covered by the thick clouds and after some moment of thundering, the heavy rain poured endlessly. It was as if they knew what I’m going through. Na alam nila ang sitwasyon ko kaya pati sila ay nakikiramay.

'' akmang sasampalin niya ko pero mabilis akong nakatakbo palayo sa kanya. ''Catch me if you can.'' I stuck my tongue out at her. Ilang minuto pa ang nagdaan ay patuloy pa rin kami sa paghahabulan sa ilalim ng malakas na ulan. For others, rain symbolizes pain, hurt and sadness. But for us, rain symbolizes our love and happiness. Kasabay ng patuloy na pagbagsak ng ulan ay ang pagbagsak namin sa isa't isa. -----

I love the rain, the sound, the smell, the feeling it makes you feel na para bang alam niya 'yong kalungkutan na nararamdaman mo and it's there to comfort you. Sining Fedeli: The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never lost that it can't be found... I send him an inspirational quote na sinearch ko pa sa g****e. He replied at nagsend pa ako ulit. I tried to call him dahil baka he needed to hear my voice. Baka lang naman he wanted to talk and I'm free to be his listener whenever.

he added, still wearing his black shades. "Behind of this painful reality. There was a reason why God allowed it. Kung bakit nawala si Rain at ako yung natira. There's a purpose." He is planting pretty words now to his best friend. "He is so kind and especial person. Hayaan natin na ang ginawa niya ay masulat sa kasaysayan mundo." He said. I wiped out my tears. I'm blinding because of my tears falls freely. "Rain. We will miss you at all time. You are my hero."

Wala nang nagsalita at nagsialisan na kami na parang hindi magkakakilala. Lumapit ako sa bintana at pinagmasdan ang labas. Maingay at malakas ang bawat pagpatak ng tubig sa bubong ng bahay. I wonder kung nabasa ba si Wencie o kung umiiyak ba ang langit dahil wala na si Lourd at ang iba pa. Is the sky comforting us by its tears, or just only sharing the melancholy? If this rain was the rain of blood? Or should I say...