Quotes About Rain And Sadness Novels & Stories

Everything has a reason? There are moments and events in life that we cannot control. So when sadness knocks, let it in, but don't close the door. Leave your chest open so she can get out. The sadness that gets trapped becomes bitterness. It's better to turn sadness into tears, because tears help wash the soul, like rain washes the earth, and then presents us with a beautiful rainbow.

A mistake that they never wanted to repeat, not at least in this life again. At this time, all I could hear was the rain falling in a steady, mournful rhythm, mirroring the heavy hearts of those caught in its downpour. Each raindrop seemed to carry the weight of unspoken sorrows, and the more I seemed to care, the more I got lost in the track. So darling, what do you think of yourself? Do you think you have cracked the enigma code? Or have you become the only hope in this world?

Edwin said Janet couldn’t understand. “The night they died,” Edwin added, and it felt like something clenched her heart. It must be sad to remember how he lost his parents every time he watched the rain. And here she was, making him enjoy the rain. “Every time I watch rain, I used to remember how this rain took them away from me. But from today on I will remember how a girl taught me another meaning of rain.” Edwin said and Janet’s tears stopped. “Thanks. for making this evening beautiful for me,” Edwin said, looking at her and Janet could only smile with tears.

Sarah’s Point of view: It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming. As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.

I was surprised by her comment. “Are you sure you’re here for a janitor job?” she asked. I nodded. She looked me up and down. “You’re too clean for someone I would believe. You don’t look pitiful enough. Anyway, go and wait until it gets to your turn,” she said. I wondered if one had to look pitiful to get a janitor job. For many years, I had cried almost every night. I had learned to accept fate and not let it get to me. I believed showing signs of weakness would only make them see me as desperate.

"It tells me that you aren't afraid of me. And that is, perhaps, the most dangerous thing I've encountered in four centuries." The rain began in earnest, cold sheets of it suddenly breaking from the Celtic sky, soaking through Rebecca’s jacket in seconds and plastering her hair to her face. Yet, the sudden deluge did nothing to the cool stone of the man before her. He didn't blink. He didn't retreat.

Diana and Adrian chose a place directly adjacent to the glass wall. Diana shouldn't have liked this atmosphere, as most people grumbled that the rain had ruined their day. But no, she felt happy instead, because the rain for her had created an aura that enveloped her, a melancholy aura that made her even more convinced that she had fallen in love. Diana smiled at Adrian. “Let's just stay here, counting the rain.” “Counting the rain?” Adrian frowned. “How could that be?” “I always do it when I'm sad. You see that?” Diana pointed at the mirror next to her.

I sobbed and suddenly the rain was falling and I can hear the thunder. "Why do I need to suffer?! Do I deserve this grandma?! Is this my fault? Did I do something that caused me to suffer?!" I cried, I let out of what I felt, ignoring the people behind me. I just let them hear those words that I've been longing for some answers to. While the rain was falling on me, I noticed that every time I cry, the rain will also fall. It looks like the rain is connected to my life, that my tears were like a drop of rain, that's been dripping and falling over and over again.

I really should get up and leave, get back to my warm and cozy apartment and fall asleep. Of course, I don't listen to myself. I want to stay here, in the rain because I've come to love this kind of weather, the wet and sad kind. It reminds me of myself because I, too, am sad, so sad it's miserable. Although is it weird that I like the rain but not the cold? It is, isn't it? I prefer the rain. I'm able to cry in peace when it rains, without any disturbances. It would be fucking hilarious if someone were to see me, sitting here alone and crying like a little baby on a normal sunny day. But in the rain?

People thought that I had done something to them, to get what I had today. Mr Holmes was saying something so were my friends, probably they were arguing, but I couldn't focus on them anymore. I turned my head in the opposite direction. I was looking outside the glass wall. Physically I was present in the room, but my mind was travelling somewhere else, in some dark abyss. It was raining, raining again. Sometimes, we just don't understand what we feel about certain things, rain was one of them for me. Whenever something bad happened in my life, it was always raining. I don't know what I should, feel about rain.