Rain Keeps Falling On My Head Mga Nobela at Kwento

My chest tightened and more tears cascaded down my face and mixing with the rain. An excruciating pain in my head made me disregard the weirdly glowing moon over my head, the stormy wind that was blowing as if it was grieving with me. Feeling my pain. I also didn't take cognizance of the fact that I was completely drenched by the rain that was falling. How was that even possible? There was a freaking blood moon up there. But who am I to complain if Mother Nature wanted to grieve with me? My head felt as if the skull was compressing and expanding at the same time, to breathing also proved to be a challenge because it hurt to drag air into my lungs.

I exclaimed as the wind blew against my face and my body. Suddenly, it was like a dam had broken up in the sky and rainwater was pouring down on us harshly from above. The wind only made it worst, and I could barely keep my eyes opened as I tried my best to shield my eyes with my hands. The rain beat down on us from above and I was sure that it wasn’t just my imagination that the raindrops were now larger than before. It didn’t take long for the rain to completely soak the clothes that I had on. I could feel the cold seep into my skin from the rainwater and the harsh wind didn’t help at all.

Then my shoulder. The rain starts. The rain doesn't fall in one direction. No. That would be too easy. The wind takes it and slants it sideways, and no matter how I shift on this stupid bench, I still get drenched. I move left. Rain finds me. I curl forward. Rain drips down the back of my neck. I stand up. Rain slaps my face. Unbelievable.

It pours down like the heavens themselves have broken. Within seconds, we’re drenched. My hair clings to my face, my clothes soaked through, but I don’t move. I don’t care. I just hold him tighter. “I’m not letting you go…” I whisper fiercely, shaking my head. “I won’t… I won’t…” The rain keeps falling, and falling, and falling. Cold drops run down my arms, over my hands, over the sharp sting on my wrist, over my blood. I barely notice it as the rain washes over the cut, thinning the crimson into soft trails that drip down my fingers, and down onto him.

I do not understand it but I feel it in every nerve. Is that rain? The question floats through the haze. Rain can't be falling in this hot closed cell. I need to go out. It will cool my heat. I love rain. Kira loves rain too. The thought of cool drops on my skin makes me want to sob. But I cannot move. The cell is locked from the outside. How come I can perceive rain?I can't hear anything on the roof. It is not real. It cannot be. Yet the scent wraps around my nostrils anyway.

But then, the storm hit. It started with a low rumble of thunder, then the sky opened up and rain poured down in sheets. The wind howled, and the trees groaned under its force. I struggled to keep my footing on the muddy path, my clothes quickly soaked through. The rain was relentless and painful. Each drop was feeling like a needle against my skin as it fell.

“Why do you have to be like this?” The crowd thins as we leave the central square, heading toward the outskirts of the market. Clouds are gathering overhead, the wind shifting, carrying the first hints of rain. My hand shoots up to my hair instinctively, brushing over the pink strands. I don’t want it to wash off. I don’t have money to redo it. And more than that… I don’t want him to notice any difference. The first raindrops hit, light, then heavier, and I start to panic slightly. “No, no, no… stay…” I mutter, curling my fingers around my hair. The color holds so far, but every second it’s a gamble.

The anger, the hurt, the betrayal, they all remained, a festering wound that I couldn't ignore. As I broke into a sprint, my chest heaving with the effort, I felt the first drops of rain begin to fall. It started as a gentle patter, but quickly grew into a downpour, soaking me to the skin. The drops stung my eyes, mingling with the tears that were already there.

-- (A year and a half ago) The rain wasn’t just falling, it was attacking. Heavy sheets poured from the sky like punishment, each drop smacking my skin with an icy sting. The wind howled in from every direction, turning the streets into slick rivers. I was soaked straight through, my blouse clinging tightly to my skin like a second, colder layer. My hair, once neatly tied back, now hung limp and heavy down the sides of my face. Water trickled down my neck and into my collar, freezing every part of me it touched. I didn’t have an umbrella.

WU Slow but steady droplets of water fell to the ground in a somewhat rhythmic fashion as i heaved a sigh. The constant noise of heavy rain drops hitting the roof was already enough to disrupt my sleep but just as i thought of the worst that could happen -the roof began to leak in several strategic places. I muttered as i turned over to the other side before raising the blanket over my head and just as i finally decided to close my ears i felt a tap on my shoulders. At first, i shrugged it off as nothing but my imagination till i felt it again, this time, pressing harder.