Quotes About Rain Funny Novels & Stories

The rain started to pour heavily. “Do you see how sad the sky is? When the Goblin is sad, the clouds cry." said by Ka Linda when I was seven. It was an automatic replay of her words in my head at times like this. I welcomed every drop of it. I wasn’t even bothered getting wet. The smoke was slowly vanishing and it was in favor of us.

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

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Lol, you're dirty yourself Thea, don't come clean. "I think it's about to rain again. The sky." He says while chuckling and he was right, the sky did look grey. I grin. "Why does everytime I am with you, it seems to rain." He chuckles under his throat and looked back at me while licking his lips. "Yeah, it does. Why does it rain when I'm with you?" I try to hide my smile. "Well I guess I better accept your offer before it pours or else the road will be blocked again."

People start making runs for it, darting out into the downpour toward taxis and subway entrances. We stay. Under the bridge. Watching water turn the park into something from a dream. "You know what's funny?" Lucien says. "What?" "I haven't done this in years. Just stood in the rain. No rushing. No destination. Just being." "Me neither. Julian hated rain. Said it was inconvenient." "Everything's inconvenient to men like him." "Yeah." We're quiet for a moment. The rain loud against stone. The world blurred beyond our shelter. "Tomorrow terrifies me," Lucien says quietly.

I slightly frowned at him diverting my eyes away. He licked his plum lips, “Have a nice day” Before I could I reply he had already left. “You too” I muttered. I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead. A drop fell on my cheek and I looked up. It had started drizzling. Dark clouds huddled together as I walked back home in the slow rain. I love the rain. It’s not gloomy or depressing at all. It’s fun. I believe rain can get you on with whatever mood or state you’re in. If you’re happy you go play in the rain, jump in water puddles and dance. If you’re sad, you listen to songs and look out and cry. If you’re angry you just stand in the rain and the water cools you off. It works with me.

I didn't know what he was talking about but everything I guessed it would be is beautiful so I answered still watching the rain fall. "Intriguing". "I think the rain is amazing, don't you?" "Yeah, it's beautiful and it's strong. Like the saying goes, it's probably the strongest thing ever created because it's never afraid to fall", I explained softly, drawing patterns on the window with my fingers.

"It's fun! My grandmother used to tell me this before she died; 'You don't have to wait for the storm to pass when you can actually dance in the rain!'" Sighing, he shook his head. "When I say you think and act childish, you always prove me right. She didn't tell you that for you to practically dance in the rain! It has a literary meaning!" "I know! But still it's fun!" "It doesn't look like this rain is going to stop anytime soon." Josie told him, bringing him back to the present. For a moment, he was smiling while thinking about Annette and when Josie talked, he cleared his throat. He watched as she stepped forward and stretched her hand into the rain.

“Is it the rain?” I nod, unable to stop a pathetic pout. He looks at me with an expression that is almost pained. “A wise man once said: a wet knot is harder to untie,” he says, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief. “Who said that?” I furrow my brows. “Me. Just now,” he answers, and I can't help it—I laugh. He laughs too, the sound warm and grounding. “The rain is only going to make today better, okay?” He wipes my tears as carefully as if he’s handling fine china.