Tears In The Rain Novels & Stories

No matter how far we are apart Please believe in those words I gave you Singing in the rain The raindrop is shining beautifully The moment when all the sadness is washed away The world will come alive Please come the tender rain Even if one day this scenery withers away The overwhelming emotion will still continue to pour into your eyes I want to connect our hearts I want to feel your pain When you wake up, on the soaked ground The buds are blooming It’s a tender rain May this song reach your side? No matter how far we are apart Please believe in those words I gave you Singing in the rain The raindrop is shining beautifully The moment when all the sadness is washed away

My mood only further worsened the moment it started to rain, little drops falling on me. Why was the world treating me this unfair? First my parents left me at a very young age. Then I couldn't love the right guy. And now, I couldn't even feel pain in peace. I couldn't cry out in peace. There just had to be rain. A drop of tear slipped out and I hated that fact. No. I couldn't cry again. I'd vowed never to cry because of a guy and I mustn't do so now. Not today. So I angrily wiped the tears just as the bar came into view.

I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace. The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.

"Let us cry together, and let the burden of your heart be lifted little by little." They both embraced each other, letting their emotions unfold in a meaningful silence. Their tears joined the sound of the rain that continued to fall outside, depicting an invisible space filled with pain, but also with hope for the healing to come. The rain was still falling heavily outside, as if it was a sad yet soothing melody. Inside the quiet house, Emily sat on her wheelchair and let the tears roll down her cheeks.

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.

My sight became hazy, clouded by tears and the reflection of the sun dancing on the polished marble beneath my feet. As the pain deepened, tears rained down my face, flowing freely like a torrential downpour. It felt as if a dam, long sealed, had suddenly burst open, releasing a flood of pent-up emotions. Each tear represented the weight of every heartbreaking experience I had endured. They were tears shed for the countless times the woman I considered my mother had subjected me to beatings. They were tears shed for the irreplaceable loss of my Grandpa. And, most importantly, they were tears of anguish over the futile attachment to someone that never truly belonged to me in the first place.

I stumped on his hand so hardly that might have broken his fingers shouting loudly, " Fuck Off...!" I ignored their existence before opening the glass door and walking out absentmindedly clutching those two broken pieces. Heading outside, my tears finally escaped from my eyes as I walked towards the heavy rain slowly. Standing under the heavy raindrops that were showering me heavenly, I knelt down on the midnight's empty street weakly. My tears were falling down uncontrollably as the rain flashed them away quickly deceiving the outsiders that I wasn't crying. I let my tears fall down until I felt my breathing rapid and unsteady.

he says quietly, stepping aside to let me pass. I stand there for a moment, breathing through the ache in my chest before I start moving again. Rena appears at the corner, her mouth parting as if to speak, but I walk past her without a word, my steps heavy as I climb the stairs. By the time I reach my room and close the door behind me, everything I’ve been holding in finally breaks. My knees give way, and I sink to the floor, silent tears streaming down my face. I press my hand over my mouth to stop the sobs from escaping, but the pain rips through me anyway — quiet, raw, unbearable.

Harmonia cast her eyes downward, welled-up tears shimmering, cascading down her cheeks to meld seamlessly with the chilly rain. Suddenly, the pouring rain seemed to come to a halt.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."