Tears Like Rain Novels & Stories

Hope’s POV The sky weeps and it floods the earth, causing the once-burning flames to smoulder, dispersing the suffocating smoke. I stand under the rain and with eyes closed, I lift my head up, part my lips and catch the raindrops that fall into my open mouth. The raindrop is salty. That is when I realise that I am tasting a mixture of rain with my own tears. Tears.

She had nothing, no one to turn to, and no way out. The rain began to pour down in earnest, soaking her to the bone. It was as if the heavens were crying for her, sharing her pain. The noise of thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that mirrored the turmoil inside her. The tears she had been holding back finally broke free, mingling with the rain as they streamed down her face.

I use hot tears as a negative indicator that it is raining since the droplets are quite chilly. Perhaps it's simply passion, a craving for Lesley's company. When I heard it from Remon, I continuously clutched my stomach and sucked my breath away. Everything that was on my mind, everything that was clinging to what I was feeling and dreaming of, all of it fell at the same time and lost its supporting structure and support. I couldn't stop crying because I was having so much chest agony. It's all right. Then I turned around and covered my mouth to keep the tears from streaming down my face at his expense.

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.

She had so much on her mind that she felt like her head was getting heavy. She could no longer stand anymore. She slides down the wall...reclining her back against it. She flinched when she heard the sound of thunder and soon she felt water drops falling on her. It was raining...why is it raining so suddenly? Is the sky crying too? Is...Is Igneel crying too? She didn't see him shed a tear when he was getting beaten up. "As if...he was u-used to it," Leah sobbed and wiped the tears away from her eyes but they soon got mixed by the raindrops as soon as she looked up at the sky. Letting the rain pour on her face, drenching her whole.

For the first time, I had no answer on how to fix this, how to spin it… “Tell me Raine, how do I fix it? How should I explain this away?” “I don’t know!” I shouted back. Tears fell from my eyes without notice, and I was crying. My tears aren't from embarrassment, or anger, but for mercy. Please Mr. Davis, have Mercy on me and my career. “I will… I will–.” “You will what?” He shakes as he yells. I slid off the chair, quickly getting onto my knees in front of Mr. Davis.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

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.

The cold seeped into my bones, a physical manifestation of the numbness that had settled in my soul. In that moment, under the veil of the rain, I allowed myself to surrender to the magnitude of my emotions. The tears mingled with the raindrops, as if nature itself had conspired to share my grief. The weight of my despair was palpable, yet strangely comforting, for it validated the depth of my pain.

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.