Quotes About Rain And Sadness Novels & Stories

The pitter-patter of raindrops against her windowpane served as a somber lullaby, the only companion to her wailing heart. The memories of a love lost haunted her, whispering tales of promises broken and dreams shattered. Her world had crumbled like sandcastles at high tide, leaving behind only echoes of a happier past. As the storm raged outside, a tempest brewed within her soul, unleashing a torrent of tears that seemed never-ending. As the clock struck midnight, with Genevieve's tear-streaked face bathed in the silvery moonlight filtering through the curtains, a faint glimmer of hope sparked within her. Perhaps, just perhaps, the universe had not forsaken her completely.

tumango ako sa kanya at pagkatapos ay nauna nang lumabas ng Hall of Justice. Huminga ako ng malalim nang yakapin ng malamig na simoy ng hangin ang kabuuan ko. The rain is pouring heavily that made me stop from walking. "Fuck, life..." I uttered in a lower tone and took a deep breath. Blangko kong tinignan ang pag-ulan, ang bawat patak nito. I know I should start seeing the good in everything, but this weather made me feel cold and empty. All I want is to go home after a tiring day at work and here's the rain, pissing me off.

She’s reading my message. The rain didn’t stop for hours. From her cubicle, Rhea watched the streaks of water slide down the glass, blurring the view of the city below. It was oddly comforting, the way the world looked softer when it rained — like everything ugly was hidden for a while. She rested her chin on her palm and stared at the brown envelope now tucked neatly in her drawer. She told herself she wouldn’t think about it anymore, that she’d throw it away before she got too curious.

Matagal na nanahimik si Darien bago siya nagsalita. “Mahirap basahin ang puso ng tao,” sabi niya. “Habang nabubuhay tayo sa mundo, talagang makakatagpo tayo ng masasamang tao.” Huminto siya sandali bago nagpatuloy. “Yung sinasabi nilang rainbow after the rain… para iyon sa mga taong nasa pinakamababang punto ng buhay nila. Parang konting pag-asa ang simbolo noon.”

Noong bata pa ako, I used to think na kapag umulan sa araw na namatay ang isang tao, ibig sabihin, may nalulungkot somewhere. Maybe heaven. Maybe the universe. Maybe yung mga taong hindi marunong magsabi ng I love you habang may chance pa. I always thought that if I were the one to disappear someday, I hoped it would rain. So maybe, just maybe, the rain could wash away everything I'd leave behind. The guilt. The regrets. The words I never had the courage to say.

Tinapilok ni Kupido Pabagsak Sa'yo ••• I love the rain, the vibe it gives. The soothing chilly cozy atmosphere you'll feel with it, something inside me craves that stormy weather. The gloomy skies and thunder give me inspirations and thoughts and ideas, pero at the same time I hate how it gives me hard time lalo na kapag papuntang work at pauwi. The struggle I have to face with it. The hassle I have to go through. I love it yet I hate it. I'm not privilege enough to just love it. Sometimes loving the rain seems wrong and insensitive. Having a nice home with a good roof, a car, or even an umbrella seems wrong during stormy weather. It's because you have the privilege to have it and some do no

There is no denying the clear and perfect handwritten of my wife. "My dearest husband, I'm writing to you with a heart so heavy, tears staining my face as I think of the life we built together, the laughter we shared, and the dreams we chased. I'm so sorry, my love. I'm so sorry I failed you, our Rain, and myself. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to protect us.

It's just so impossible. Sa gitna ng aking pagtakbo ay siya namang pagbuhos ng ulan. I wiped my tears harshly, but another batch came. Galit akong napamura. I am angry, confused and damn frustrated of everything that even the raindrops is pissing me! Fuck those Mongrecos! Fuck this rain! Fuck this life! Just fuck it!

Morris . The showers of rain remind me of that day. It was raining hard as they lowered Brielle's casket into the hole in the ground. The hard rain from the sky itself is about to rip in half like my heart has. I stand motionless, without an umbrella, away from the crowd, hiding in silence, mourning, and listening to the priest talk about life, the blessings of resurrection, suffering, and redemption, about how holy the love of God is to his people. So many words, but it's all useless to me.

She balanced herself through the wall she's leaning on, tila mga patak ng ulan sa madilim na gabi— hindi niya napigilan ang mga luha sa pagbagsak. Sa pagkakataong ito mas dumagsa sila at kay hirap na pigilan, pakiramdam ni Rain ay may matulis na palaso ang bumabaon at humihiwa sa kaniyang dibdib sa mga oras na'to. She feel like loosing her consciousness any moment from now, can't do this anymore!