Quotes About Rain And Sadness Novels & Stories

Sa likod ng eyeglasses nito, banaag niya ang maamong kislap ng mga mata ng asawa. "Para ba iyon sa moonlight mo?" Moonlight, it has no value, even though it is pure and beautiful than the real diamond. I will prefer the rainbow. Parang ikaw, isang malaking bahag-hari na humihinga." "Pwero walang bahag-hari sa tag-araw." "It's fine, though rainbows appear just after the storm and rain, tuwing lilitaw ito nagkakaroon ng kulay ang mundo. A beauty after disaster. Exactly just like you." Pinisil nito ang kaniyang baba.

He can live whatever the life he want basta't tigilan niya na lang ako. Huminga ako nang malalim at tiningnan ang tiyan kong medyo malaki na rin ang umbok. Nakaupo ako sa tapat ng bintana at pinapakingan ang patuloy na bumabagsak ng ulan. Rain might be a bad weather for other people, pero kabaligtaran ako. I've always love how comforting the rain sounds and how loud but beautiful the thunder is. Gusto kong makapag-relax ngayon para makapag-isip-isip.

Nanginig ang boses ko—hindi ko alam kung sa lamig ba o sa sobrang sakit ng puso ko. “Am I really heartless?” tanong ko pa. I couldn’t almost hear my own voice because of the rain. “But I am just hurting too much. I... lost my everything. I just... feel empty...” I reason out even though I knew no one was there anymore to listen to me. “It’s not your fault that you feel empty—like you’re falling nonstop into an endless abyss...” A soft voice came out of nowhere. The rain did not stop from pouring but it was no longer hitting me. I thought it was only my imagination, but someone was indeed behind me—holding an umbrella to protect me from the rain.

…🤗 ( Ito ang 1st Story ko sa English Language kaya medyo wrong grammar ang iba ) On the first day of July, 2007. A heavy rain is falling down but it's not ordinary rain. Because the thunder of the rain is so loud, like a nuclear bomb that strikes. Then the lighting of the rain is flashing in the eye, like a flashlight that turns on and off in front of your eyes. Inside a cafeteria, there is a boy sitting in a chair and he is looking at the window, seeking for a rainbow but the rain is still falling. Then a man approached the boy.

I suddenly asked while looking at the screen. “Yeah,” simpleng sagot niya. Tumango ako at ngumiti. The movie is in the part where the couple is dancing under the rain. “Do you like rain?” he asked me back. Mabilis akong umiling. “Why?” “Well. Maingay ang patak ng ulan. Hindi naman sa takot ako pero nakakarindi ang patak ng ulan,” paliwanag ko. “What a reason,” aniya, hindi benta ang naging rason ko, “You should like the rain. It gave me chills. Kapag naririnig ko ang ulan ay kumakalma ko,” dagdag niya.

Or so I thought. “Buhos na ulan aking mundo’y lunuring tuluyan..” Bigla niyang pagkanta. “Ano nga ‘yung kasunod no’n?” “Heto ako, basang-basa sa ulan..Walang masisilungan, walang malalapitan. Sana’y may luha pa, akong mailuluha at ng mabawasan ang aking kalungkutan!” “It‘s raining men, halelujah, it’s raining men. Amen!”

Akala ko ba ayaw niya kaming mabasa ng ulan? "Hindi sa lahat ng pagkakataon kailangan mo ng kasangga Ain. Hindi sa lahat ng panahon kailangan mong tumakbo at magtago. You shouldn't be afraid of everything especially the rain, cause we can't have rainbow without having it. It's like love, you can't have love at all without a little pain." mahabang paliwanag niya.

Hindi na siya makapag-isip ng maayos and just wished to dissapear. It was like the sky knew what she was feeling, the color gray looked so depressing just like what she was feeling at the moment. Napatingala siya sa maulap na kalangitan, sakto naman na may naramdaman siyang patak ng tubig na tumama sa kan'yang mukha. It was starting to rain, Madeleine never liked rain but at this time she felt like the rain became her ally, her friend she could share all her pain and feelings.

As sunsets make way to new dawns, sorrows pave the path to happiness. Life is a beautiful melody, with high notes and low. The tempo always changes just enjoy the rhythm. Remember, even the darkest clouds will eventually clear, the hardest rock eventually succumbs to the passage of time. The heavy rain will eventually stop and after the storms come the rainbows of life. Rain isn't here to bring sadness. It is here to bring a later promise of sun, new day and hope. A promise of a brighter tomorrow. Thank you everyone, for being with us in this heartbreaking but amazing journey of love with my baby Boo. My new ray of hope, my comfort and my shield.

Biglang umulan at napalingon siya sa paligid. The rain reminds her of some memory she wanted to forget, however the rain brings a richness to each lights, the browns deepen in the pavement the way that soothes her heart, brings a steadiness to her soul. In the front lobby the green and lushed grass becomes glossy, reflecting the light, a new bright shine to their wands, softly waving in the breeze. This rain brings a freshness, and each drop, a heaven-given gift for each part of creation.