Rainy Sad Quotes Novels & Stories

" He said and walked past me. I tried to follow him but he immediately vanished. It was just an imagination. I cried, the rain started pouring down as well. It feels like the sky knows how sad and down I am, now I know why people tend to cry when they are sad. People are just like the sky, when they feel tired, down and felt like they were alone, the rain will start pouring, but the difference is that when the rain stopped rainbow will begin to show, a sign of a new beginning, but for me, there's no rainbow after the rain. My heart cried hundreds of buckets now and still no rainbows showing.

Bile lifts to my throat before I am vomiting all over the side of the road, unable to hold it in any longer. The rain soaks me in less than a moment. Lightening crackles in the sky, creating a loud thunderous noise. I slide down on my knees, tears falling down my eyes and disappearing behind the rain. I don’t know when the silent tears become choked sobs and then loud wails. “ Where are—where are you!? Come out now. ” I want him. I need him. “ I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I am so sorry. ”

Like a kid in front of a lot of demons surrounded, I thought I am already ok now but I guess I won't ever be ok not until I would not lay next to them. I want to shout! but there was no single word that came out of my mouth. I'm on my knees and looking at them while crying then I feel the rain slowly soaking me. Earth wherever you are please give me the strength to fight this sadness, give me energy not so I can fight and live to let all the bad people that need to pay for what to you and aby… They never stopped and so as my tears, it was flowing together with the water that came from the sky.

I know I have been delayed, but the low sales of my sandwiches are not making things easier. Yesterday, it rained, and a cyclist crashed into my small stand and just rode off, leaving me alone. I can’t help but burst into tears, silently crying, as I picked up all the wasted, soggy sandwiches, feeling hopeless and alone, with no one to turn to. The weight of all my responsibilities crashed down on me just as the rain continued to pour that day. It was as if the sky was crying along with me, sympathizing in a way no one would understand.

My clothes clung to my skin, plastering me in a way that felt both suffocating and strangely comforting like the rain was the only thing embracing me now. I couldn't tell if the tears streaming down my face were from the rain or the remnants of the sorrow clawing at my heart. Everything blurred into a watery haze, puddles reflecting the dull glow of streetlights, faces of strangers lost in the torrent, buildings looming like silent witnesses to my misery.

Just like we were always meant to be. At that, rain starts to fall. At first, I’m frustrated by it. “Just when I thought my night couldn’t get any worse,” I grumble. As I continue walking though, it feels kind of nice. The rainy sky mirrors my mood and hides my tears. If I’m miserable, the weather might as well be too. It’s not like nicer weather would change my mind or help me heal. The droplets hit the leaves, though after a moment, it sounds like they’re calling out to me. I hear a whispering.

I paused and stared at it. “Fuck!” Why would things just not go my way? I took another sip and flung the bottle right at the tree. I fell to my feet. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. Just then, lightning flashed and storms raged. I looked up and rain began to pour from the sky. “Why can I just not be with the people I love?” I yelled, as the rain continued to pour heavily. ***** The sound of the door creaking jolted me awake.

My tears finally spilled over as I pushed through the door and into the rain. The sky was a somber gray. The rain was pouring down in relentless sheets. I walked aimlessly. The cold water soaked through my clothes and chilled me to the bone. My heart felt like it was shattering with each step. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shake off the despair that threatened to swallow me whole.

I made my way over, drawn by the rhythmic sound of raindrops beginning to patter against the glass. Logan's hand squeezed mine as I stood there, intertwining our fingers. Andrew stood frozen, his gaze lost in the mists of the rain-soaked landscape. The droplets slid down the window in perfect symmetry, echoing the grief we carried within. "It's like the world feels our pain," I murmured, watching the rain blur the garden beyond. It was a melancholic reflection of the turmoil in our hearts—a stark reminder of the lives lost and the uncertainty that gripped us tightly.

She was all broken and toren inside unable to speak to the child, only one sentence whispered sadly out of her pink lips with her soaked eyes shut, "As you wish". No matter how much we fall for someone, we love them in madness but, for gets that one day this love shall turn into a deadly poison for that that can never find a cure to heal.