Rainy Day Quotes Novels & Stories

“What do I do?” Silence greets me until the sound of heavy rainfall comes through the slightly open window. I watch the rain fall for a moment, its gentle rhythm slowly calming me. My mother used to love the rain. She would say that the rain was here to wash all the bad days away, to clear the stuffiness and bring in a breath of fresh air. Right now, I need that breath of fresh air. I need the relief that comes after a long rainy day.

The sound of raindrops hitting the glass created a soothing ambiance in the office, providing a momentary distraction from the piles of unfinished work. Scott glanced out the window, recognizing the rain with a nod. "Indeed, it seems like a rainy day. Sometimes, nature's way of reminding us to slow down and take a breather." He responded. "What do you like most when it's a rainy day?" Fiona asked, curiously, Scott smiled as he thought about Fiona's question. "Ah, rainy days have their own charm, don't they?" he mused. "One of the things I love most about rainy days is the cozy feeling they bring. There's something comforting about being indoors, listening to the raindrops and feeling safe an

"Maybe I can't stop the downpour, but I will always be by your side in the rain." - UNKNOWN MELODY POV Resentment and agitation warred in my mind as I approached the vast structure laying before me. One foot in front of the other, I pushed my knees higher kicking the hew with my feet as I forced my beaten-up body to race to the house. My heart thumped with vigor, my muscles screamed for mercy, and my sore body cried out from the torture. But I was far from stopping. I couldn’t stop because my mind would not fuckin’ allow it. I cast a small gaze to the sky where the sun painted a lovely gray shade across the oblivion, dancing behind the horizon with the full promise of the new day.

“Ouch! Sh*t!” I yelled when I dashed my big toe unintentionally against a stone, going through the woods to find refuge under the heavy rain pouring down tonight with my broken heart. Why does it always have to rain each time I'm having a bad day? I guess it's just me alone against the world.

It was loaded with pancakes, bacon, and a tall glass of orange juice. He placed a kiss on my lips. A supposed morning kiss. But it wasn’t quick. It lingered. For a while. Before he pulled back. “How was your first day?” he asked. I smiled. “It was good.” “Don't worry, today will be the best. I promise you that.” He winked. “You're so full of yourself,” I mocked teasingly. “Eat up, gorgeous,” Rain said, grinning. “You’re going to need your strength. Today is my day, and I don't do ‘quiet’ like River, and you know it.”

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

A poem by Moxie, "Roses are red, viloets are blue....this stupid author has no update for you" A poem by Dante, "When it rains it pours, but hopefully not indoors...unless your author has dogs and dirt backyard...it makes keeping mud outside SUPER HARD"

A D A M It's been raining for days now. The rain keeps pouring out day and night, leaving me always cold and crumpled up in my bedroom for a week. So I haven't been outside the city until tonight when I decided to grab some coffee instead of ordering it online.

“ I can't help but feel grateful to God for those dark times. They shaped our friendship, if it weren't for them. We might have never found our direction. ” “ You are right. ” Mira thought about how, the dark moments do a lot in helping us find our direction and purpose. “ This makes me think of how important those moments are. ” “ Um. ” Joseph smiled as he recalled a quote. “ Without the cloud, there won't be rain, without the rain there won't be sunlight. Without the tears, the smile wouldn't make sense and without darkness, the worth of light won't be known. ” “ You are right. I now know why we have to be thankful for every single moment. ”

I wrapped my head with a bathroom and towel and closes my eyes for a while. “I am not in the mood to have fun with them plus my day was ruined because of this rain,” I told myself. TO BE CONTINUED…