Rain Poetry Novels & Stories

Lumabas na pala ng event hall ang kaibigan niyang si Barney. Nagsalubong ang mga kilay ni Amos. “Hindi nga natuloy. She rain on my parade.” “Just be thankful, Amos. Niligtas ka niya sa kahihiyan.” “No!” asik niya. “Hindi ako magiging thankful sa ginawa niya. She’s a witch.” Mahinang natawa si Barney sa reaksiyon niya. “A beautiful witch.” Tama naman ang sinabi ng kaibigan. Maganda talaga si Zein pero natabunan ng inis ang lahat ng mga papuri niya para sa dalaga.

One cup of coffee- black. We've built quite the friendship since we met. A friendship that over time, has grown to be filled with an unmistakable amount of sexual tension. Madalas ay napagkakamalan pa ng iba na girlfriend niya ako. I've been contemplating exploring it for a while, but I can't read Marcus at all. Ang hirap niyang basahin. Minsan ay hindi ko siya maintindihan, may araw na sweet siya at may araw naman na nakakairita siya. I don't know if what I'm feeling will be reciprocated, and I'd rather not embarrass myself. "Nice catch," bulalas ako at nginitian siya.

Tahimik lang sila, habang panaka-nakang pinagmamasdan ang mga dumaraan sa kanilang harapan. Hanggang sa basagin na ni Lucas ang katahimikan, “You know, Glay, problems are like rain. Minsan malakas at may kasama pang kulog at kidlat na parang walang katapusan, minsan naman ambon lang na dumadaan. But remember that every time the rain stops pouring, another shinny day will come sometimes, it also comes with a rainbow.”

The rhythmic drumming of rain on the umbrella creates a melody that harmonizes with the rustling leaves and distant thunder, turning an ordinary stroll into a dance with the elements. The city, usually bustling with noise and chaos, takes on a serene and introspective atmosphere. The rain transforms the urban landscape into a glistening canvas, reflecting the city lights like a mosaic of liquid diamonds. Puddles become mirrors, capturing the distorted reflections of passing cars and the neon glow of storefronts. As I take each step, the pavement becomes a canvas for ephemeral art. Raindrops form intricate patterns, creating transient masterpieces that only exist in this fleeting moment. I'm

Hanggang sa maalala ni Luisa ang sinabi nito noong nakaraan gabi. “When the rain pours, I’ll come back to you.” Tumingin sa madilim na kalangitan si Luisa. The sky is clear and the moon is shining to bright along with the stars twinkling down at her. Unang tingin pa lang ay alam na niya na malabong umulan sa mga sandaling iyon. Nakaramdam ng lungkot si Luisa. Hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit ganoon na lang ang nararamdaman niya para sa isang lalaking kailan lang niya kakilala.