Rainy Day Quotes Novels & Stories

Memories of yesterday came flooding. I hated rain since I was little; it was a constant reminder that in this cruel world, I was alone. While kids my age were busy playing out in the rain with either their friends or parents, I was locked in my room, watching them. I had no one to rely on, no one to pour out the heavy thoughts weighing my mind. Rainy days are my loneliest days. But yesterday, for the first time, someone came for me and stayed with me through my loneliest day. While I was ranting with nothing I said made sense, he stayed and listened. He protected me from the cold and held me close.

As the rain continued to fall outside, a sense of peace settled over the house, enveloping Mama Hazel and Theo in a cocoon of shared warmth and affection. In that tranquil moment of togetherness, as the rain painted a soothing rhythm outside, Mama Hazel and Theo found solace in the quiet beauty of their bond and the enduring love that united them in moments of both sunshine and storm. The rainy day became a reminder of the strength and warmth of their connection, a sanctuary of love and comfort that sustained them through the ebb and flow of life's joys and challenges.

"Love looks not with ideas, was our favorite quote from the play. Every time we were sad, we would say this to each other because it brought back memories of us having fun down by the waterfall." I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I can't cry in front of him, "The day you left for New York, you said this to me, wiping away my tears, and promised you would see me again soon. But that wasn't the case. I waited for you, and every time I felt sad, I would whisper the quote to myself and it would put a smile on my face." "Sabrina, I'm so sorry," Atlas mumbles, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way."

“I know your mum might not be home now, but I still wanna keep up yo my words of getting you home at 12. I said looking at the watch on my wrist. “How did it start raining again, and we couldn’t even hear a thing” Betty yelled on her lungs. The heavy pour is making her voice fade away. “Why do you think it’s called a disco hall? I can’t remember eating up your brains girl. I intwined our fingers as we made a run to the car. “Why does the rain keep ruining our day.. and now night” I said. “I kinda love it. I mean, today is the best day of my life so far, I had fun coming on this date with you”. Betty said staring into my eyes. No soul.

He stepped a little forward, craned his neck upwards, and closed his eyes making the cool and tiny rain droplets directly hit his face. Be remembered for the words of his mom. His mom says whenever you are in a dilemma and can't think straight and if it's raining, stand in the rain. Feel every single droplet that falls on you. When tiny, cool, and pure water droplets hit your head, it helps you to think clearly. Think until you feel you can't think anymore. And the moment you feel you don't have anything left to think, you feel peaceful standing in the rain, you feel calm, you feel just rain, nothing else. That is the moment you have cleared all your dilemmas, your mind is in the right place

I shook my head and stared out the window. He must be very busy having lunch with her. He wouldn’t even invite me to have lunch with him or ask me if I hadn’t eaten. I wipe my eyes before the tears fall. I get my phone and ask him to open the window. As I placed my hands out of the window, I felt a water drop on my palm and it poured heavier. Why did it rain? I question myself. Now I know that no matter how beautiful the sky is, there will come a moment when it will be darker and a storm will arrive. I shared a snapshot of my hand out the window catching rain on my account with the message, "Wishing to catch all my troubles away."

Sarah’s Point of view: It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming. As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.

It just understands you. To a person having a good day, it is rain full of happiness. And to a person having a bad day, it just acts as something to bury your sorrows in. It lets you be who you are without anyone knowing. That's what I love about rain. Holding different meanings for different people. I look back again. And still, notice the car standing there. I reach out and touch my heart. It was beating wildly against my chest. I wonder if his heart was beating in the same rhythm too?

Could it have happened on a rainy day? He couldn’t let her continue standing like this. He felt so bad. He had to do something, he had to say something. “It’s just rain, it’s just rainy, it’s just the rain.” He murmured. She shakily looked up at him. “I like the rain. I feel it washes away the dirt, it washes away what we would like to forget and leave the soul as clean as a new day.” He swallowed as he brought her hand to his shoulder.

"Northspire is like this. Rainy days make people think too much. But the rain always stops eventually. And when it does, maybe there won't be a rainbow, but the sky will still brighten." It was a very ordinary attempt at comfort. Yet on that rain-soaked night, hearing those words from someone who was practically a stranger made my nose sting with sudden emotion.