Quotes About Rain Novels & Stories

She smiled warmly and replied, "Yes, Theo. The rain helps the flowers grow, bringing them the water they need to bloom and thrive. It's like a gentle hug from nature, nourishing and renewing the beauty of the world around us." Theo's eyes sparkled with understanding and delight at Mama Hazel's words, a sense of wonder and appreciation for the interconnectedness of all living things blooming within him. Together, they sat in quiet reverence for the rain's gift of growth and renewal, a reminder of the cyclical nature of life and the beauty found in moments of reflection and connection.

They make my soul fill with horror. I looked up as raindrops fell from the eaves to the ground in front of my feet, my brows furrowing involuntarily. I muttered under my breath, "What bad luck!" This horrible rain that when it starts seems like it will never end. I hate rain. I have never been able to understand why people love it. From my experience, only terrible things happen on rainy days. "Yes, the heavens are hinting at us, we should hurry and leave!" Tilly, my wolf, almost whispers.

"God sends them not to scare us, but as a sign of His love. Rain and thunder bring good things to the earth." That made Shareeza lift her head, and Sebastian glance at Alethea with a sharp look. "What kind of good things?" Shareeza asked innocently. "Rain is water. And water brings many benefits to life. It keeps plants from drying out, keeps lakes and rivers from running empty, and even helps clean pollution from the air," Alethea explained with a warm smile. "But don't you live in a big city?" she asked, and Shareeza nodded. "In big cities, there's a lot of pollution from car exhaust and factory smoke. Rain helps wash away all that pollution so the air can be fresh again," Alethea continue

There was something very calm, very healing about rain. "You love rain, don't you?" Giovanni observed, finally setting down the mug on the balcony surface. He was smiling. She didn't respond, just kept gazing at the overcast sky. "I love rain too. It brings me a sense of peace," he shared before sipping on his coffee. She looked at him, now intrigued. "You too?" she asked. He nodded. Glad, he finally had her attention after a week of struggle. "Of all nature's wonders, I think rain is the most giving. It leaves everything so beautiful in its wake," he stated. She smiled, agreeing wholeheartedly. Rain was nature's most enchanting miracle for sure.

Callista asked and Haru immediately answered while her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the rain falling on her face. "Because of this rain, I experienced happy and sad circumstances. The rain witnessed all that I went through. And do you know that it is better to cry while it is raining because no one can see you crying because the rain accompanies you when you cry. You are free to cry without anyone noticing." Haru said and help Callista to enter the house because Callista were sick more when it got soaked in the rain. Callista was quiet as Haru helped her to enter to the house.

I remember my mom told me that there's something about the rain. Is that true? There's only one way to find out. I slowly walk towards the small window. I bent my knees to reach their level. People were screaming. Blood was scattered around the corner. I heard their shouting while running for help. I managed to look at the sky. The rain was beautiful in such a way as to seem cannot be removed. But why does the rain became an infliction of a penalty as retribution for an immoral act? Rain. It feels like it's punishing people. What the fuck is happening outside?!

“ Why does it always rain when I feel so broken and lost? Is this nature's way of telling me that he understands how exactly I am feeling? Or do I perhaps have a special connection to the rain. ” I certainly don't believe in coincidence, as I'm a firm believer in everything happening for a reason. I watched as the rain came down in droplets with so much splendor and grace. Before I could stop myself, I was out of my room, barefooted and lightly clothed into the rain. A gust of wind blew, causing me to shiver and then I knew just how cold it was. Closing my eyes, I spread my hands out as I rolled around as the droplets of rain touched my skin. It was bucketing down with rain, yet I didn't car

“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.

"God, I really love you, Farrah." "I will never be tired of waiting 'til you say that you feel the same." I regret telling that a rainbow will not always happen but storms can, because the saying is real. There will always be a rainbow after the rain. I smiled as I doze off to sleep.

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."