Tears Like Rain Novels & Stories

I sobbed and suddenly the rain was falling and I can hear the thunder. "Why do I need to suffer?! Do I deserve this grandma?! Is this my fault? Did I do something that caused me to suffer?!" I cried, I let out of what I felt, ignoring the people behind me. I just let them hear those words that I've been longing for some answers to. While the rain was falling on me, I noticed that every time I cry, the rain will also fall. It looks like the rain is connected to my life, that my tears were like a drop of rain, that's been dripping and falling over and over again.

"Now. Close your eyes. Feel the Tear." I did. It was there. Always there. A massive presence in the back of my mind. "Don't fight it," Thea instructed. "Just observe. What does it feel like?" "Cold. Heavy. Like... like drowning in a frozen ocean." "Good. That's your perception of it. The Tear isn't actually cold—you're making it cold because you fear it. Now. Try to feel it differently. What if it wasn't an ocean? What if it was something you could use?"

It opened up on my floor and as soon as I was in my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it; breathing hard. I managed to move to the bed, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. My heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of sadness. As tears welled up in my eyes, a deep ache settled in my chest. I could feel the first tear escape, tracing a path down my cheek. It was warm against my skin, a tangible manifestation of the pain within. Soon, more tears followed, forming a steady stream that cascaded down my face. Each tear carried my moment of vulnerability and a release of pent-up emotions.

, she replies between her sobs. She rests her head back on the door and looks up, shutting her eyes closed and letting the tears flow. Her arms rest beside her lifelessly as she cries her heart out having a mental and emotional breakdown again. The girl who made the world smile with her was sad, making the world sad with her. As suddenly the clouds bumped into each other and a heavy thunder and lightning struck as if resonating her heart's pain and break. And soon in a few seconds the heavy rain pours down the way tears rolled down her eyes. The rain lasted for hours and by then her tears were all dry but she was still sitting there lifelessly watching the world cry on behalf of her.

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ I'll pick up the pieces, though my heart is in pain, Embracing the darkness, as I dance in the rain. I'll find strength in my tears, and let them set me free, For one broken girl, will rise from this tragedy. ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky,

The heavens were weeping with her, and she embraced the downpour, letting it mingle with her tears. As the rain fell, Delaney's sorrows seemed to break free from the prison she had kept them in for so long. She screamed into the storm, a primal cry that echoed through the woods and stirred the birds from their perches. Her tears mixed with the rain, and she could feel the weight of her grief dissipating with each drop that fell from her cheeks. The memories of her past haunted her; the love she lost, the family she left behind, and the dreams that had crumbled like sand slipping through her fingers. She wanted to go back in time to warm her self of the path she took, but it's too late.

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

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.

I cursed repeatedly, aloud and firm. And to sum up the misfortune, the rain suddenly poured and it was as heavy as my heart. I looked up into the dark clouds, letting my salted tears mix with the cold droplets coming from above. Slowly, i closed both of my eyes to feel it all, the sympathy from heaven. It must have pitied me so much that it suddenly wants to join and help me make a river through my endless tears. "Wow. Thanks for being with me..." I mumbled, still with my eyes closed but with a bitter smile painted on my damp trembling lips.