Tears Like Rain Novels & Stories

But before I could fully comprehend the magnitude of this moment, they faded away, their forms dissolving into nothingness. I awoke from the dream, my heart pounding in my chest, a jumble of emotions swirling within me. Tears welled up in my eyes, their presence delicate and hesitant, as if unsure whether to make their appearance known. But gradually, like a gentle rainfall turning into a torrential downpour, the tears began to flow, escaping my eyes bit by bit. They traced their paths down my cheeks, leaving behind glistening trails of raw emotion.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

Even her own reflection on the mirror looked different. And with that, she welcomed the tears. Funny thing about tears is that it’s like heavy clouds with loads of rain. You open the gate, a slightest trigger, and then it all fall down like gravity. One second in and you’re already breaking down, finally letting all the rain fall. And Harper was having it altogether. - - -

Delilah's voice broke as tears filled her eyes. Marcel stared at her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her tightly into his arms. "I never wanted things to end up like this. I really didn't..." Tears streamed down his face. Clenching my teeth so hard they hurt, I fled as though I were the one who'd done something wrong. The wind roared in my ears, trying to drown everything out, but only I knew just how deafening the pain in my heart truly was. I kept running and running, until the emptiness in my stomach twisted into unbearable cramps under the weight of my emotions.

She places her bag to the side and lets the rain cascade over her, soaking her clothes and drenching her to the core. The raindrops merge with her tears, mingling in a cathartic release of pent-up emotions. In this moment, she finds solace in the storm, surrendering herself to its embrace. The rain washes away the pain, allowing her to feel cleansed and renewed. It is an act of defiance, an act of reclaiming her independence and finding strength amidst vulnerability.

I will never marry Jason, Grandpa. Before her grandfather could respond, Vivica shoved her chair back and fled the room, sobbing. In the twinkle of an eye, it was Saturday. The sky was drizzling, a soft gray veil that seemed to mirror the day's quiet relief. The persistent, gentle rain felt less like a gloom and more like a blessing, as if the heavens themselves were offering a quiet congratulation on the annulment of Brooklyn and Preston’s sham marriage. Brooklyn stood on the balcony, her spirit as grey and heavy as the misty sky. The drizzle matched the cold weight in her chest. The last thing she wanted was to endure a lunch with the James family.

I'm not thinking properly. And the pitter-patter sound of rain pouring over the glass window and balcony is very soothing. I walked towards the bed on my wobbly legs and climb under the comforter. Covering my body upto my neck, I curled myself with my knees close to my chest, making myself as small as I can. My eyes still are fixed out of the window as pools of tears started raining from my eyes, mirroring the rain outside. I don't even know why am I crying. Is it because of my past, or because of the way Brandon treated me? But whatever it is, it's really making me cry in frustration, and helplessness.

I blink hard as a tear threatens to escape, wiping it away quickly with my finger before he can notice. When I glance at him, his face is unreadable, eyes fixed on the screen, jaw set like he’s further inside the story than he’d ever admit. The reflection from the screen cuts across his face, sharpening his jaw, softening everything else, and I look away quickly, as heat begins crawling up my neck. Then the rain scene comes, and this time, there’s no stopping it. The tears come fast and traitorous, spilling over no matter how quickly I wipe them away, until the credits roll up.

The rain dripped from my hair and ran down my face, mingling with the salty taste of my tears. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering uncontrollably as the rain continued its relentless assault. My thoughts swirled like the storm above me with memories of my family, flashes of Russo’s cold gaze, the sting of Miley’s betrayal, and Ella’s triumphant smirk. Everything I had known, everything I had trusted, had been stripped away, leaving me with nothing but the bitter taste of regret and a fierce determination not to be broken.

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.