Rain Poetry Novels & Stories

Napangiti ako ng kaunti, 'di ko tuloy maiwasan ang mag-isip na nakikiramay ang langit sa aking kalungkutan. Ni minsan hindi ko naisip ang ulan bilang isa sa mga rason na nakapagbibigay sa akin ng kariwasaan. Especially for those times that I am on my lowest. Pero ngayon, every drop of the rain...the every sound of each raindrops gives solace to my soul that eases my mind and heart. Hindi ko alam na makaka diskubre pala ako ng isang bagay tungkol sa aking sarili.

The rain was no longer a mere weather phenomenon; it had become a symbol of their shared pain and heartache. And amidst the rain and thunder, Summer's cries became a cathartic release, a way to let go of the love that had become a burden. The heavens wept alongside her, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, nature itself understood the depths of human emotion. Summer's tears mixed with the rain as she allowed herself to grieve the loss of not only a relationship but also a friendship that had once been the cornerstone of her life. The rain-soaked streets bore witness to her pain, a testament to the love that had been shattered by betrayal. And as the storm raged on, Summer walked forw

((( Zhia POV’s ))) It's raining men, hallelujah, It's raining men, every specimen Tall, blonde,dark and lean Rough and tough and strong and mean… Whooooaa! Asaan kaya yan. Sean my labs asaan ka! It's raining men, hallelujah, It's raining men, amen It's raining men, hallelujah, It's raining men, amen It's raining men, hallelujah, It's raining men, a-------men.

You're My life, my other half, my everything. Hindi ko naisip na gagawin namin 'to─na literal niya akong aararuhin sa gitna ng strawberry farm at sa ilalim ng mga kulay abong ulap. A cloudy day. He pumped my center with roughness, assertion and escalating momentum. In and out, push after another push and pull. Fast, intensely intoxicating, and steady. Now, the rain pours down in one go. "We need to Ah──shit it's raining!" I informed him between moans.

Tanging ang liwanag na nagmumula sa apoy na lang ang makikita sa buong gubat. Napatingin siya kay Rain na may mga katagang ibinubulong subalit hindi naman niya maintindihan kung ano. Hinaplos niya ang pisngi nito. Kahit sa sitwasyon nila ngayon, hindi niya maiwasang humanga sa taglay nitong kagwapuhan. Partida, ang dungis na nilang dalawa. Siya siguro mukhang aswang na pero ito, animo mukhang artista parin.

Johan tried to talk and explain but I shush him. Tang'na, parte ba 'to ng pag-m-move on ko sandali? Muli akong napapikit at naglabas ng malalim na buntong hininga, pagkatapos ay nagdilat ako at isinakto ang tingin ko sa rumaragasang tubig ng ilog na napakalinaw. Dumadagdag pa ang sinag na nagmumula sa bawat espasyo ng mga puno, nagmumukha tuloy enchanted ang buong paligid. Parang may photoshoot at sinadya para sa isang teleserye.

February’s POV It’s Sunday at patungo na sana ako sa supetmarket kaya lang kung minamalas ka nga naman talaga, nasiraan pa ata ako. “Fuck,” bulong ko pa na napasabunot sa sarili dahil malakas ang ulan. This is why I hate the rain, it was always blocking my ways. Nakakairita. Pakiramdam ko ay ang malas-malas ng araw kapag umuulan.

*****RAIN***** LOVE CAN mean a lot of things in the world, but if it's music then it must be romantic that everyone who listens to it must enjoy every beat and lyric. But as to what Rain's seeing right now, the beat of romance is no longer around their house. It was replaced by the cacophony of deafening bangs, thuds; and even the disgusting screeches of their parent's endless quarrel of vague things.

I paused and stared at Elio, who’s holding my hand so tightly, his eyes are shinning from happiness, and I can’t help but to mirror him. “You are my calm in the storm, my ray of light when everything feels dark.” I took a deep breath, and I felt Elio’s hand squeezing mine with a bright and warm smile on his face. “With you, I’ve learned that even in the hardest of times, love can grow, just like flowers bloom after the rain. I vow to walk beside you through sunshine and storms, through laughter and tears. Together, we’ll weather every challenge, and I’ll love you even more after every downpour. You are my forever sunshine, and I will always be your shelter from the rain.”

…🤗 ( Ito ang 1st Story ko sa English Language kaya medyo wrong grammar ang iba ) On the first day of July, 2007. A heavy rain is falling down but it's not ordinary rain. Because the thunder of the rain is so loud, like a nuclear bomb that strikes. Then the lighting of the rain is flashing in the eye, like a flashlight that turns on and off in front of your eyes. Inside a cafeteria, there is a boy sitting in a chair and he is looking at the window, seeking for a rainbow but the rain is still falling. Then a man approached the boy.