Quotes About Rain Novels & Stories

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.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

"Tell me something real." She gazed at him, head cocked. "Like what?" "Like… something only you would ever say." She hesitated. Then: "When I was little, I believed the rain had a soul. That it wept when people were hurt. That perhaps it was God's way of experiencing what we could not say." He shifted to face her, still silent. "Now?" he asked. She took a sip of her tea. "Now I believe the rain listens. And waits. And sometimes… washes away the things we're not ready to bear any longer."

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 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?”

Even when it rains. Especially when it rains. We’re here. And that’s more than enough. That’s everything.

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.

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.

Aurora Rain has always had a special place in my heart, the splattering noise of drops hitting the pavement, the sweet smell of wet mud and the soft rainy breeze makes my heart flutter with excitement and awe. But today, everything feels different, like for instance, the usual rainy clouds look gloomier than ever and there is a slight sadness in the air. I don’t know if it’s just me or if the universe is playing some sick game, but my spirits are down and I feel awful.

But we have no intention of hiding; we are on a mission to enjoy every drop. As we walk, the raindrops kiss our faces, and we can't help but laugh, a contagious joy bubbling between us. It isn't long before we stumble upon a roadside coffee stall, its aroma inviting us in. We ordered two steaming cups, the warm liquid a comforting contrast to the cool rain. Sipping our coffee, we share heartfelt conversations that flow like the rain itself. We talk about dreams, fears, and the future. Time seems to stand still as we bare our souls to each other, the rain acting as our trusted confidant.