Rainy Sad Quotes Novelas e Histórias

I murmured. The thing about rain is that it possesses a great quality of making a person sentimental and emotional. The gloomy aura has made it easy for someone like me to drown in my emotions. Adding to that is the sound it creates with each drop of it. It gives me an extraordinary effect. Whether each drop is strong or weak, the bitterness caused by it is no different. It sounded like sorrowful music in a movie. Dark and sad. As if it was preparing the viewers for another wave of emotion that would one hundred percent give them a blow of pain? The sound it makes lingers like music from a tiny music box.

he commented. -I know. Now we're just left with the what-ifs. -Why don't you like cloudy days? -he asks me. -I don't know. I used to like them. But now the cloudy and cold days make me sad, they make me discouraged. And sunny days fill me with life and happiness. It's weird because I should be fine with every season, no matter what it is. Cloudy days fill me with melancholy. -I get it. It's a little sad. Now I know that when it's cloudy and rainy you're melancholy and sad. And when it's sunny you are cheerful and happy," she says.

"Maybe,just maybe Sam's right.." I sighted and sat down on the ground like a ball has been covered up in sadness while looking up to the sky and took a deep breath before taking all of the small pebbles on the ground I saw and throw it as strong as I can to the lake and started to drown the emotions inside me. "Why..Why I just can't move on.." ~~~ It's already 6:10 pm and Rain didn't still come back to the office when he leaves earlier about 2 pm when him with the others kicked down the female restroom's door and saw Shane was on top of me and I was like a damsel in distress.

° she thought feeling her tears fall freely, the pain in her hand can't match the one in her heart . The weather changed and rain kissed everyone without umbrellas Scarlett looks up in the sky enjoying the cold rain drop on her face , yeah she was still crying. The rain soaked her clothes relieving the pain in her hand but it did nothing to the one in her heart . " Liam should I just take Aiden to you so all this pain I'm going through can stop ... I don't think I can bear this any more " she said cleaning her tears but more still came . Somewhere in the traffic jam Caspian sat lazily in his car seat , scrolling at articles on his tablet...

Since I was small, whenever I was sad, he would either stay silent or find quiet ways to make me happy. As the car began to move, I leaned my head against the window and stared at the scenery outside. It had started to rain, and the downpour was growing heavier by the second. The glass reflected a face that was both familiar and heartbreakingly beautiful, but the eyes were filled with such profound sorrow.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I stared with intensity, not knowing what to say to her. "My favourite time to cry is when it rains, you see. When the tears flow, people are not able to tell since I'm in the rain," she spoke, her voice hoarse from what I presumed to be too much crying. "And the rain comforts me. It doesn't wash the pain away but it assures me that the rainbow will appear afterwards and that the sun will rise again." When I didn't say anything, she added, "But we shouldn't stay in the rain for too long. You wouldn't want to fall sick and die before getting a chance to see the sun, now would you?" She smiled.

The raindrops begin to pelt against my windowpane, a soothing melody to my broken heart. The gloomy weather matches my mood, although a new day has break, I can’t seem to get over yesterday. Did he really mean what he said? The tears that had been welling up inside me spilled forth freely, as I crumpled onto the bed.

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.

I really should get up and leave, get back to my warm and cozy apartment and fall asleep. Of course, I don't listen to myself. I want to stay here, in the rain because I've come to love this kind of weather, the wet and sad kind. It reminds me of myself because I, too, am sad, so sad it's miserable. Although is it weird that I like the rain but not the cold? It is, isn't it? I prefer the rain. I'm able to cry in peace when it rains, without any disturbances. It would be fucking hilarious if someone were to see me, sitting here alone and crying like a little baby on a normal sunny day. But in the rain?