Rain Keeps Falling On My Head Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How does it feels like to be lost?"... IRIS'S P.O.V .... Night...10:00pm Thunder kept on striking, and the raindrops kept on falling on my head drenching my whole body, but I didn't care about that, infact the rain was the only one that I could share my pain to. The cold countless drops kept on raining on my body, and wiping my useless tears again, as I staggered back to the mansion. I could feel people eyes on me, they were watching me from under the shade they hid because of the rain.

Seraphina I snapped back to reality, a pounding headache overwhelming me. Instinctively, I brought my hands to my forehead, hoping to stabilize everything around me. The rain hitting my skin felt real, but as I looked around, I realized it was just the shower. My stomach rumbled and churned. I quickly stood up, feeling the person underneath me drawing me closer. Had I not succeeded in my fight for freedom? Was I stuck in Luca's hell?

As the rain poured relentlessly outside, I found myself drawn to the window, my heart heavy with a mix of nerves and unexplained sadness. Each raindrop seemed to mirror the strange ache within me, falling with a gentle but persistent rhythm. “Who is she?.......” I mumbled to myself watching the droplets slide down the glass, blurring the world outside, mirroring the unexplainable tears that threatened to escape my eyes. The pitter-patter of rain became a soothing soundtrack to my racing thoughts, as I grappled with the weight of my emotions.

Like a storm in her heart, the sky began to cry out the tears of the heavens. Rain. Dripping on her face as it continues to drip all over her body. Soaking her clothing. Her hair was wet. She doesn’t have an umbrella on her, nor does she need one. She deserved to be out in the cold rain.

I raised my head against the rain in my face. I just don't understand why the “rain” falling on my face is warm... Oh, it's salty, too.

The heavy door slammed shut, the click of the lock sounding like a final judgment. Then, the sky broke. Rain began to fall, heavy and sudden, soaking into my clothes and drenching my bags within seconds. I stood there, shivering as the water blurred my vision, fighting with everything in me not to let a single tear fall. It was deep into the night, the estate quiet except for the rhythmic drumming of the downpour.

*** The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the entire city of New York without mercy. The night was eerily quiet; even the usual roar of vehicles on the highway was absent. Only the patter of raindrops on the asphalt and the rumble of thunder breaking the pitch-black sky could be heard. In the midst of the downpour, Anastasia stood beneath a deserted city bus stop. She clutched her suitcase tightly, her clothes and body slowly soaking as there wasn't enough shelter to keep her dry.

NO! As the rain poured down relentlessly, I felt a growing sense of panic and frustration well up within me. The droplets fell heavily, obscuring the scent that had guided me thus far. Each raindrop seemed to wash away the traces of her presence, leaving me disoriented and lost in a sea of damp confusion. I pushed my limits even further when the odor started getting washed away by the rain. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! This is bad timing! Why did it have to rain now?? All the stench the air held got wiped down with the droplets falling from the sky. My heart sank with each passing moment as the rain seemed to mock my efforts, erasing any hope of tracking her down.

God just take me already. There is a loud rumbling of thunder as the rains continue to pour heavily. God doesn't look like he'll stop these rains soon. My ebony long hair is wet. My skin is wet. My woolen boots have soaked water, I decide to take them off and walk barefoot. My whole body is in shivers and it's tremendously cold. So cold that my teeth are chattering. Just when I thought I have been through enough for one night, a black Lexus car splashes water on me as it speeds off, making me drip in water.

That I was cursed. Is this how it ends? Alone, broken, and discarded? The first drops of rain splashed against my skin, cool and soft, and for a moment, I thought it was just my imagination. But then the heavens opened, and the rain poured down, soaking me, each drop icy as it struck my cheeks, my arms, my legs.