Rainy Sad Quotes Novels & Stories

Present The Storm is hitting with force rain is pouring furiously like the weather is also angry or crying in someone's agony. Shayari has covered her ears so the sound will not reach her ears. Rain is romantic for many people but for her it is a symbol of pain and suffering nothing else. When ever she suffered rain was present there to witness her misery to share it with her and mock her that she did not know. "I never did anything wrong with you but you thought I did but I was never at fault," Shayari said looking at his picture and closed her eyes to welcome sleep after lots of struggle.

I said and just went up to my room to continue crying there. As soon as I sat on the bed, my tears quickly flowed. as strong as a downpour. Rainy season is the most hate season of mine. I feel like it only gives sadness. The sky touZayn every human feeling, accompanied by her crying. "I just want to love me, it's that too much?" I asked myself in tears.

As the rain poured relentlessly outside, I found myself drawn to the window, my heart heavy with a mix of nerves and unexplained sadness. Each raindrop seemed to mirror the strange ache within me, falling with a gentle but persistent rhythm. “Who is she?.......” I mumbled to myself watching the droplets slide down the glass, blurring the world outside, mirroring the unexplainable tears that threatened to escape my eyes. The pitter-patter of rain became a soothing soundtrack to my racing thoughts, as I grappled with the weight of my emotions.

I felt relieved for having friends like them because at a point like this, their bantering lits up my mood a bit. "My bad, Micah,are you fine? of course you aren't " Daisy muttered to herself, finally realising the point Emily was talking about. " Where are you, baby girl?" Emily called out. " we'll come to you," Daisy added, concerned. Just then, droplets of rain start pouring out instantly, disconnecting the call. Why is everything bad happening to me. The rain soon turned heavy, but I had no intentions of getting out of the rain. Instead, I allowed myself to soak in the rain mixed with another round of fresh tears.

"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."

He grinned. “Not at all. I’ll tell you one thing though, I’m happy you know how to read. Quoting Maya Angelou. Does my sexiness offend you?” He repeated the quote mockingly. “It’s good Raine.” He laughed. I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have time to entertain Jordan; I was more concerned about this meeting.

Chapter 2: First time With her Jack's Perspective One month Later... Rainy days again, the weather I hated the most because it's kinda lonely or sad every time it rains, the places were too silent and it was too shady in my opinion. Well, I felt lazy about going to school, but I had to, that's why I hurriedly fixed myself because I was actually late for my study.

The clouds had formed together, grey in color like an assembling of a chariot, ready to wage a mighty war, only that this war emanating from the coming together of the clouds in the sky cane in torrents; there was now a heavy downpour of rain. I could not even tell which was heavier, between my tears and the rain but I wished the rain would wash off my pain and perhaps me tears would mix with the rain, so bitterness mixing with a powerful emblem of nature would wash over my mother and that loan shark, wherever he is now, so they would never know happy days till they grow old and die.

She could freely express her grief and anguish, knowing that the raindrops would carry them away, blending them with the currents that flowed through the streets. Her sobs mixed with the rhythmic pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the ground as it intensified, casting a veil of grey upon the world. The streets grew slick and the air became heavy with moisture. But she pressed on, driven by a deep determination to reach the solace of her home until it gradually subsided before finally stopping.

Tears started leaving his eyes but he was glad at least no one could see those tears including him. “Why do you always come on rainy days torturing me with your memories? Why can’t I move on? Why can’t I forget you?” He whispered opening his slightly red eyes before blinking his eyes as rain hit his face mercilessly. “Why does it hurt so much?” But as usual, he got no answer. Maybe being alone is the only fate he has. ______________________________________