Quotes About Rain Novels & Stories

Could it have happened on a rainy day? He couldn’t let her continue standing like this. He felt so bad. He had to do something, he had to say something. “It’s just rain, it’s just rainy, it’s just the rain.” He murmured. She shakily looked up at him. “I like the rain. I feel it washes away the dirt, it washes away what we would like to forget and leave the soul as clean as a new day.” He swallowed as he brought her hand to his shoulder.

He stepped a little forward, craned his neck upwards, and closed his eyes making the cool and tiny rain droplets directly hit his face. Be remembered for the words of his mom. His mom says whenever you are in a dilemma and can't think straight and if it's raining, stand in the rain. Feel every single droplet that falls on you. When tiny, cool, and pure water droplets hit your head, it helps you to think clearly. Think until you feel you can't think anymore. And the moment you feel you don't have anything left to think, you feel peaceful standing in the rain, you feel calm, you feel just rain, nothing else. That is the moment you have cleared all your dilemmas, your mind is in the right place

The man watched her opened her mouth and letting the raindrops fall in it. ‘She must be too sick that she could only think of drinking the rainwater,’ Zev thought. He stood there under the rain, soaked while letting her take her time. “Do you like it? The rain?” The young lady blinked her eyes. “Rain?” Her face showed curiosity like those in innocent children’s eyes. “Hmm… it’s beautiful. Like a blessing from above, these water droplets meant to fall from the sky to quench the thirst of those who suffered,” she whispered.

In its relentless assault, the rain offered a peculiar solace—an acknowledgment that sometimes, it is through the storm that we find our strength. I took a deep breath, the damp air filling my lungs, and embraced the duality of the moment. In the midst of sorrow, there was resilience. In the depths of despair, there was a glimmer of hope. And as I stood there, drenched in rain and tears, a newfound determination took hold, promising that I would rise from the ashes, stronger than before.

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past.

I shook my head and stared out the window. He must be very busy having lunch with her. He wouldn’t even invite me to have lunch with him or ask me if I hadn’t eaten. I wipe my eyes before the tears fall. I get my phone and ask him to open the window. As I placed my hands out of the window, I felt a water drop on my palm and it poured heavier. Why did it rain? I question myself. Now I know that no matter how beautiful the sky is, there will come a moment when it will be darker and a storm will arrive. I shared a snapshot of my hand out the window catching rain on my account with the message, "Wishing to catch all my troubles away."

She asks. "Nothing, just watching the rain," I respond, turning to look at the raindrops cascading down. "You know, it's really peculiar how the water washes away all the dirt, but it leaves a subtle hint of it on the leaves. They never quite get fully clean," I say, my voice filled with curiosity. I glance back at her, hoping she finds it as fascinating as I do. Her smile broadens as she approaches me, taking a seat next to me. She glances at the rain, then looks at me with warmth in her eyes. "I absolutely love the way you think, how you're always so curious about life and everything in it," She says.

Alessandro Dark gray clouds roll across the sky as rain drips in drizzles along the normally sizzling sidewalks. "Rare rainy day in the desert," Clarissa remarks, staring out the window. "We get ten of these a year and it happens to rain on the day we're going to meet with that Russian. What are the chances this is a coincidence?" I squint out the front window. "What did our English teacher tell us back in school? The weather's a bad analogy for how the characters feel."

I stepped a little forward, craned my neck upwards, and closed my eyes making the cool and tiny rain droplets directly hit my face. I remembered the words of my mom. My mom says whenever you are in a dilemma and can't think straight and if it's raining, stand in the rain. Feel every single droplet that falls on you. When tiny, cool, and pure water droplets hit your head, it helps you to think clearly. Think until you feel you can't think anymore. And the moment you feel you don't have anything left to think, you feel peaceful standing in the rain, you feel calm, you feel just rain, nothing else. That is the moment you have cleared all your dilemmas, your mind is in the right place. And do wh

Lightning flashed like tree roots standing out against the dark sky and pouring rain. No one urged anyone to go home, they just sat next to each other and watched the rain fall. No matter how bustling the city is, when it rains, it becomes sad. The traffic became less frequent and the figures of people running quickly became a very familiar image in Harvey's eyes every time it rained. - We should go home, we have to sleep so we can go to work tomorrow, right? – Aurora glanced at the watch in her hand and said. - Okay, let's go home.