Rainy Day Quotes Novels & Stories

“I’m glad that you, how were rainy days for you?” “I used to love rainy days as everyone usually stayed away and I would not need to see everyone being joyful whilst I felt isolated and sad. They would soothe me till I fell asleep and I always tried to count raindrops which is silly.” Rurina replied. “Not at all, nothing is silly if you make sense of it, we all can’t be the same.”

Edison A quote for a day Have a nice day all of you Stay safe stay happy Keep smiling Bye till next time

[Ezra] ~You asked if you wrote it right. And I said all your jumbled words make more sense to me than the verses of classic poems and paintings of famous artists.~ ~I wish I had the same ability to comprehend myself as I deciphered you once. Maybe then I’d be able to rest the storm that plagues me.~ ~I am soaked in the rain of your memories that I drown at every drizzle and fail to find a way to breathe in this downpour.~

I stepped a little forward, craned my neck upwards, and closed my eyes making the cool and tiny rain droplets directly hit my face. I remembered the words of my mom. My 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. And do wh

quipped in Nisim. “No, it doesn’t. At least for me, it doesn’t. I feel happy whenever I get drenched in rain,” Jahnobi replied, and then she asked me how I felt. I said that it felt great, especially, to get drenched in mistimed rains. The rain-drenched moment with Junali flashed in like a collage of monochromatic images. Along with those images, echoed the promise I had made to myself: I wouldn’t leave you, no matter how embarrassing the moments are.

I really hope she's not angry because of my previous action. I went towards her and before i can say anything to her she asked me "Isn't it beautiful???" "Huh???'' I was confused, what she is Saying?? "Dazzling rain.'' ''Ohh... yeah. I mean it's good. Water accumulates on the road, all roads are filled with mud. If you get wet in rain by mistake then you get cold and a little fever too. So, yeah it's nice." I replied to Tani looking outside.

I can't promise the sun always warms the morning like the warmth of dew on a leaf I can't give the stars always shine but the light misses me every night I can't send a red rose every day but the embers of jealousy rage when you are far from me I can't compose a beautiful poem only my prayers as a guardian of your steps If the twilight stays orange even when it's cloudy, if the moon is still dim even in the dark then you're still my curved rainbow after the rain on my veranda that I always hug If the sky isn't always blue If the lake is not always green So let me paint you on a white canvas of the heart

The sky is gray, as gray as the stone that rests atop the bed where Derrick eternally rests. I don’t care if it’s drizzling. I don’t care if I get wet as long as Cyrene and Hemera don't. I don’t give a damn if it will rain because, in my eyes, the world has long since been raining. Even with Darwin’s sunshine smile and moonbeam eyes, you can never keep rain from coming in my life. That no matter how bright the world is, one can never stop a rain from pouring. For after every rain, there is sunshine. And in every bright sunny day comes a cold and chilling rainy afternoon.

"Why are you standing in front of the window?" She looked through the glass at the blurry figure of Tanner. "I love rainy days." He snuggled himself against the side of her neck and laughed huskily. "Is that so?" Pearl's eyelashes fluttered. "Because rain can wash away all sorts of dirty things." Tanner turned her around and cupped her cheek in his palm. "Do you know about moss?"

The rain was pouring, like it was punishing everyone in this place. “Rain...” she whispered. “Do you think rain makes everyone sad?”