Rainy Day Quotes Novels & Stories

she asked softly "Every day," I said, pulling her close. "And I still don't plan on stopping." The rain began again, tapping lightly against the windows.... London's quiet cheering for the small, ordinary moments that somehow turned into everything.

I love you. I had spent years of my life desperately waiting to hear those exact words. I had waited for them on those dark nights when the electricity was cut off in our tiny rented apartment. I had waited for them when my back was peeling from hauling heavy freight at the warehouse, in so much pain I couldn't straighten my spine. I had waited for them when I stared down at that slice of mango cake at the celebratory dinner. And I had even waited for them the exact moment that HR disciplinary notice was blasted out to the entire company.

Rain.. I don't know why it always rains whenever something sad happens to me. Be it in my previous life or my current life. I don't know the reason, but maybe it was raining to wash away my sadness, or just to add to the coldness of my already cold heart. "Please accept my condolences, miss"

Good days are like sand, you can't hold them forever however hard you try, they'd slip through your fingers any-f*cking-how. But bad days are like rain, they're just like what they are, they'll keep on coming, you can't make them go away. The days that are so dark you lose all strength and hope, and faith in your own existence, and all you can do is curse why the hell are you on this earth? My Mumma's death anniversary was tomorrow. So was my f*cking birthday.

V. Darn it! I forgot my umbrella again. Rain pours down from above, as bleak as my job prospects. The busy streets in London City are filled with the chaos of rain. People of every age run, jog, and walk around on pavements. I pull up the hood of my jacket and join them. On days like this, my mind often wanders out to think about my life. I had just gotten out of another useless interview for a mind-rattling job that would offer me nothing but insomnia and depression. The meaning of my existence is something I need to figure out, but it seems like the universe keeps throwing twisted adventures at me.

"And when you see a little ray of sunshine, and then the clouds cover it again. We're in one of those days, any moment now another heavy rain could pour down and make us think that we'll never see a sunny day again." "I understand," he replied. "That's more or less it. It may take a few more days or even weeks for the sun to triumph over the stormy clouds and shine gloriously, but don't give up, it will come. The sun will come and eventually conquer the clouds, the storm, and the rain, and it will shine wonderfully again, chasing away the dark clouds that depress us so much and make us want to just sleep, to stay under the covers in the fetal position."

I slightly frowned at him diverting my eyes away. He licked his plum lips, “Have a nice day” Before I could I reply he had already left. “You too” I muttered. I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead. A drop fell on my cheek and I looked up. It had started drizzling. Dark clouds huddled together as I walked back home in the slow rain. I love the rain. It’s not gloomy or depressing at all. It’s fun. I believe rain can get you on with whatever mood or state you’re in. If you’re happy you go play in the rain, jump in water puddles and dance. If you’re sad, you listen to songs and look out and cry. If you’re angry you just stand in the rain and the water cools you off. It works with me.

"Because it's like a warning; soon, we know it will rain, and maybe it's not good to be without the brightness of the stars, but the morning rain is rewarding. Rain shows us that no matter how long it takes, no matter how much the sun is heating everything around us, it will always bring the happiest, calmest, and most loving days. That's why I like to see the cloudy sky. OK, I'm deserving the trophy for sentimentality of the year." "So our lives are cloudy now," she says, resting her head on me. "There will be sunny days, but..." She interrupted me. "We have our drop of rain." She said, looking to the other side of the glass door where Josh played with Olivia. Our little one, our drop of ra

It's a beautiful rainy day in the City of Manila. Every person is now running fast just to not get in the rain. " What a beautiful day," Cindy said as she opened the window of her car and the thunder immediately greeted her that making her smile. " She greeted me, Herriot," Cindy giggled to her assistant, Herriot, who is now shaking her head because of what her boss is doing. " Madam. Please close the window. The rain is going to fall anytime soon." Herriot said that makes Cindy giggle.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain