Quotes About Rain Funny Novels & Stories

She started rushing forward. Rain threw her head back and laughed. That sight made my heart skip not one but few beats. It was the first time I have seen her laugh. It was like soothing music to my ears. "You aren't that strong baby. Even if you pull me, you can't pull Damien.", Rain stated in a fact tone. Amber looked back and pouted. So f*cking cute! "Rain I think if we wait any longer than our little koala would turn into an unhappy bear.", I stated.

It will all end on that day, my painful feelings for you will end on the darkest day. That day, it suddenly rained down, as if to vent all the pain in my heart. Looking at the stream of people rushing to escape to find shelter in the rain, I was still walking quietly in the rain like that. Right now I feel very fond of the rain because when walking in the rain no one will notice that I am crying, in the middle of the road I can still cry freely without fear of anyone looking at me. A saying appeared in front of my eyes "The saddest day is the day when it rains", yes, today was very sad so God gave me this rain to help the tears not to flee under the storm. torrential rain.

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.

He literally called me a fucktoy. "Okay" was all I said as I looked outside the window, watching the clouds get dark. It was going to rain, at least that would keep me off thoughts for a while. I love the rain, it's like my own stress ball. Whenever I feel down, I just go under the rain and when it isn't raining, I go under the shower. The little splattering sounds of the drops caused a smile on my face.

"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.

He looked to where Rain and Ami were standing and couldn’t believe his eyes, Ami was whacking Rain on the back. “You knucklehead, what the heck do you think you’re doing drinking that stuff?! ‘ It could have been poison. Rain, you have always been so silly!” “Whoa, enough Ami, I feel my ribs cracking already.” Rain complained but he was grinning. That sure did got your attention though.” he said cheekily. “You silly, silly gander!” What if that were poison? I would lose my best friend too?

while I stood by the porch, hugging myself. I took his jacket off my waist and used it to warm my bare arms. Thunders began to grumble as the rain clouds approached. "Gosh, I hate the rain," I muttered when I felt the showers of rain begin to pour. Rain makes the sand muddy, it's dark, and it's... sad. Since I'm an outgoing person, I can't bear with it. What I meant was my shoes could get dirty, and it's sad because I couldn't party well, couldn't shop well.

He responded with a wink. Fiona didn't know what to say next from his responses but he was quick to say something next. He continued, "I also enjoy how rain cleanses the air and makes everything look fresh. The world seems to slow down a bit, and it creates a peaceful atmosphere. I find it easier to focus and concentrate on my work during rainy days, as if the rain is washing away any distractions." Scott paused for a moment, reflecting on his own experiences. "And you, Fiona? What do you like most about rainy days?" he asked, genuinely interested in her perspective.

She placed her chin on her hand as she smiled dreamily at the ceiling, "tell me about the tall buildings, tell me about the movie stars and Beyonce. Tell me about the rain, tell me about dates and tell me about cars." I laughed at that, "well, I've never met Beyonce, but when I do see her on TV she's glorious. I love tall buildings as well, except the appropriate word is sky scraper. Uhm, you've never seen rain before?" I asked her, frowning, "does it not rain here ?" She laughed, throwing her head back, "I've seen rain, but I've never touched it or anything. Look at me, I'm tiny. Raindrops are like stones to me, so if I did step out into the rain, it'll be suicide."