Quotes About Rain Novels & Stories

Present The Storm is hitting with force rain is pouring furiously like the weather is also angry or crying in someone's agony. Shayari has covered her ears so the sound will not reach her ears. Rain is romantic for many people but for her it is a symbol of pain and suffering nothing else. When ever she suffered rain was present there to witness her misery to share it with her and mock her that she did not know. "I never did anything wrong with you but you thought I did but I was never at fault," Shayari said looking at his picture and closed her eyes to welcome sleep after lots of struggle.

“What do I do?” Silence greets me until the sound of heavy rainfall comes through the slightly open window. I watch the rain fall for a moment, its gentle rhythm slowly calming me. My mother used to love the rain. She would say that the rain was here to wash all the bad days away, to clear the stuffiness and bring in a breath of fresh air. Right now, I need that breath of fresh air. I need the relief that comes after a long rainy day.

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

It just understands you. To a person having a good day, it is rain full of happiness. And to a person having a bad day, it just acts as something to bury your sorrows in. It lets you be who you are without anyone knowing. That's what I love about rain. Holding different meanings for different people. I look back again. And still, notice the car standing there. I reach out and touch my heart. It was beating wildly against my chest. I wonder if his heart was beating in the same rhythm too?

My love, If you’re reading this, the rain is waiting. Waiting for you to remember that it never forgets. Waiting for you to see that every drop carries a memory—of the night we met, of the night we almost lost everything, of the nights we held each other through storms we thought would never end.

"With the company of some cops of course." Silently ambling to the car, the evening was cold and wet with a brisk wind, sweeping the rain across the land. The cold moved in only to meet the warmth of her blood, her defense against such ice. Raven could feel it wash over her skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of her heart. She smelled the rain—realizing it was an absence of all odors. She wondered if it was because her airways were not functioning properly, she could feel the little hairs in her nose freezing .

Rain that sprints. It comes in a wave, and just like the wind, it is free. Bathing people and things as it Usain Bolts, rattling its liberty on zinc and aluminium rooftops. Amanda panicks, looking both ways rapidly. "We can outrun it.", i scream over the wind's howl. "No we can't. Let's find somewh—" But like the rain, i am free. Like the wind, i am free. Like Deziri, unafraid.

As how bad,a bad boy can be.There’s always someone who can melt and soften their hearts just like Daniel! Rain was a homosexual and in other terms he was a gay.Rain has always had the talent to become an illustrator and author rather than taking up business to manage just like his brother,instead of obeying his father’s order he decided to rebel against it and free himself from obedience.

He grinned. “Not at all. I’ll tell you one thing though, I’m happy you know how to read. Quoting Maya Angelou. Does my sexiness offend you?” He repeated the quote mockingly. “It’s good Raine.” He laughed. I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have time to entertain Jordan; I was more concerned about this meeting.

The sentence came out just like that. Simple. Yet warm. “When it rains…” Livia continued, her eyes slightly distant. “We often get stuck on campus. So we sit on the stairs, watching people run to avoid the rain.” “And you?” “We just sit.” Livia smiled. “He usually brings an umbrella… but never wants to open it.” “Why?” “He says… rain is not always something to avoid.” Rossa fell silent. Those words felt strange… yet beautiful. “Rain…” she repeated softly.