Novel & Cerita Quotes About Rain Funny

I’ve given Nanetta enough wins over the last few days while dating Duke that I’m more than willing to let Sarah take over this time, damn the consequences. “Excuse me,” I say in my sweetest belle accent, stepping up to the desk and confronting the walrus-man, “but perhaps I can explain this situation to you better. You see that stuff coming down from the sky out there? That’s called ‘rain.’ Rain is made of water. Water is wet. So rain makes things wet. Therefore, even if this poor gentleman were able to send up someone to dry up your balcony for you, it would just get wet again by the time they were done. Do you understand, or should I use smaller words?”

“What are you doing?” I glance up at him with my bright smile, stomping in the puddle. I run to the next puddle and do the same thing, an elated feeling filling my belly. The big puddles with lots of water are the most fun. He chuckles. “Playing in the rain, are we now.” Sticking my tongue out at him I reply, “It’s fun D, don’t be a party pooper.”

Louis muttered. “You good?” Raven replied almost immediately—trying to change the subject. Louis glanced at her little sister, her eyes blinking and laughing as she uttered her next words,”remember that time you hid her favorite panties inside the freezer?” Raven chortled, the memory played off in her head and Raven couldn’t keep up with suppressing her laughter. Freeing it, a single tear trickledown her eye as she recalled the look on Mrs Potts face. Snorting in between her laughter, Raven tried to cover her mouth—she couldn’t remember the last time it happened.

"Like ‘we’ll figure it out’ or ‘you’re going to be a great dad.’ Not ‘prepare for a poopocalypse.’" Rain smirked. "You are going to be a great dad. But you're also going to experience poop like you've never experienced before." I groaned again, but this time it edged toward laughter. "Fantastic. Truly magical." "Hey, magical poop is still magical," Rain said, solemn as a priest. I shook my head, finally cracking a full smile. "You’re such an idiot." "Medium-sized idiot," he corrected, grinning. The door creaked open just then, and Lia poked her head out, her hair a little messy but her eyes bright with amusement. "Are you two done being dramatic?"

The thought of informing her crossed my mind, but I was hesitant to wake her up from a peaceful sleep. The grass outside was still wet. It must have been raining all night. Our aunt used to say that rain was tears from the sad clouds. And against that dad said, “this is all crap. There is heat, and water evaporates. It goes up in the sky. Condenses. Comes down as rain. Boom! Science.” I whipped out my phone to check for the directions to the store. Ugh! No signal. I drove through the forest anyway, hoping to find something in the city.

“Well, a little rain never hurt anyone. Maybe it will uncover some of these mines.” “Shit. It’s about to get really cold.”

I stared with intensity, not knowing what to say to her. "My favourite time to cry is when it rains, you see. When the tears flow, people are not able to tell since I'm in the rain," she spoke, her voice hoarse from what I presumed to be too much crying. "And the rain comforts me. It doesn't wash the pain away but it assures me that the rainbow will appear afterwards and that the sun will rise again." When I didn't say anything, she added, "But we shouldn't stay in the rain for too long. You wouldn't want to fall sick and die before getting a chance to see the sun, now would you?" She smiled.

The rain was pouring, like it was punishing everyone in this place. “Rain...” she whispered. “Do you think rain makes everyone sad?”

he asked, the sadness in his eyes melting into hopefulness, like her words could show him. “The rain?” she clarified, and he nodded. “Well, if it’s warm outside, it’s refreshing. It can be fun to stand outside in a downpour on a summer day. If it’s cold, well, then, the rain is cold. That’s not much fun, especially if it splashes down your back.” She realized most women ran through the rain with umbrellas or rain coats, trying not to get wet. They didn’t stand around and take a soaking just to experience it. As a matter of fact, the only reason Rain had ever stood in a summer rain shower was because Mist insisted she do so. “And the sun? What’s that like?”

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.