Rain Keeps Falling On My Head Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just a little bit. It isn't raining anymore, but the air hangs heavy with moisture. I can feel it trickling down my back under my uniform. The earth beneath our feet is wet and slippery, and because we're heading downhill, it's a slip-and-fall hazard. If it weren't for Cadeon holding my hand, I would've landed on my face by now.

Cara's POV The thunder rolled overhead and rain pattered against the window's pane, knocking me out of my haze. I lifted my head up and listened to the sound of the raindrops as they steadily hit the glass, one after the other, with a constant rhythm as if the world outside was playing its own melancholy melody. My gaze darted away and I continued brushing my wet hair. My movement suddenly paused and I let my eyelids drop down for a second as today's events rushed back with a full force and took a hold over my thoughts.

Running down the hallway, I burst through the doors. Water hits my face. Rain. The bloody clouds are crying on the earth! But whatever! Avezedo is pretty much halted in all his movements, so I can breathe easier. I run through the rain to the main building. By the time I reach there, I'm soaked. But I'm too happy to be brought down. Walking inside, I make my way to the gym. Water runs down my face and my hair is in spikes. Some droplets fly away from my head when I flick my hair.

Tired of standing, I get down to a squatting position, resting my water dripping head on my knee. I should have just stayed back, what was I thinking? Was I even thinking? Even the sky seems mad at me today. The sound of the rain beating against the ground is like a lullaby, helping me forget the fact that am still half exposed to the rain. Cold. It's so cold. The beating stops. It's like it stop raining, but I can still hear the noise it is making. Does the heavens finally have mercy on me? Or maybe it's just brewing another storm... but..

The sky had turned into a dark, angry grey, mirroring the absolute ruin of my heart. A sudden, blinding downpour began to pelt my face, soaking the expensive white satin of my gown within seconds. I walked aimlessly down the wet pavement, my eyes blinded by a toxic mix of heavy rain and burning tears. I didn't hear the distant roar of a powerful engine accelerating through the storm. I didn't notice that I had stepped directly off the concrete curb and straight into the middle of the dark, slick intersection.

Maybe if I focused on counting my steps, I wouldn’t cry. One … two … three … Suddenly the sky looked heavy, like it wanted to rain, “oh god please not today” I whispered Then it did, it seems my prayers fell to the ground, a scold drop hit my cheek. Just one at first. Then another. Then lots more. The skies opened fully, and the rain fell in sheets thick enough to drown me and whatever I had left on today. Paint dripped down my neck in colorful streams, mixing with the rain, sticky and cold as it glued my shirt to my skin.

Hazel trudged along the wet pavement, her school bag heavy on her shoulders as the rain poured down relentlessly. The sky was a dark shade of gray, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground filled the air. Hazel's hair was plastered to her face, and her clothes clung to her skin, soaked through by the downpour. As she walked, Hazel couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. She had forgotten to bring an umbrella that morning, thinking that the weather forecast had predicted a sunny day. But now, she was regretting her oversight as she battled against the elements on her way home from school.

The sound of water flowing keeps me from losing my mind as I stroll along the riverside walkway. With dark clouds in the sky and no sunlight to bask in, I take deep breaths of the cold air and sigh heavily. "This is difficult," I whisper to myself. Plop! Plop!! One by one drops of rain landed on my face, the skies could barely hold back and it began to drizzle, the temperature dropping drastically and I had to run to shelter as I could sense the coming rain was no joke.

Everything hurts. Blood. I taste blood in my mouth. My vision starts to blur as the rain taps angrily against the windshield like a hundred urgent knocks. It begins to pour so heavily seeing becomes impossible .

Would he? Fifteen minutes pass, and I realize I look like a crazy person, banging on his door like this. I swallow back the lump in my throat and step away. I tried, didn’t I? As soon as I step outside, I’m greeted by freezing rain. Perfect. I didn’t even notice when it started pouring. My hair sticks to my face as I trudge to my car, already feeling like the universe is laughing at me. I get in, shivering, and turn the key.