Tears Like Rain Novels & Stories

All I could do was clutch his portrait and weep until I fainted. I quickly raised my hands to wipe my eyes and said, "I want to marry Eric." Father blinked in surprise. "Are you sure? Weren't you the one shouting as a kid that you'd marry no one but the boy from the Garrisons?" When I nodded frantically through my tears, Father didn't understand why I was crying like this, but he relented. "There, there. I'll talk to Chief Grayson in a couple of days and ask what he thinks, okay? Don't cry, sweetheart."

"My only love, please stay safe... I'm sorry, I can't do anything for you." And then, as if the heavens themselves empathized with his broken heart, the first raindrop fell. It landed on Henry's cheek, cool and gentle. Confused, he looked up again. And then, as if the sky couldn't contain its own sorrow, the heavens opened. The rain came down in a torrent as if the sky had been saving its tears for this very moment. The drops, each one a testament to the pain he felt, mingled with the tears streaming down Henry's face. The rain intensified, becoming a downpour that mirrored the storm raging within him.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some warmth, but it was no use. The rain started falling heavily and where she was, the wind blew the rain at her and her body control to soak. Slowly, a single tear fell down her cheek, as she realized the gravity of her situation. She was lost, tracked, alone, and frightened, with no escape from the darkness that surrounded her. The rain continued to fall, a relentless drumbeat, as Ava's body shook with fear and despair. Ava felt a deep sense of loneliness and sadness wash over her, and she couldn't control her emotions. She started to cry uncontrollably, the rain mirroring her tears.

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

I let the tears roll down my cheeks as the full weight of today hits me—I’m alone. The tears stream down my face again, mixing with the downpour of rain that releases from the storm clouds, making it impossible to discern the difference between the two. If it weren’t for the sobs racking my chest, no one could even tell that I was crying in the first place.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

It was raining, again. The cold, strong and innocent drops of calmness fell from the sky, splattering on the windowpane in my room. It was strange, how the moon was able to shine through the angry clouds. A distant clapping of thunder rattled the windows while I cowered in the thick covers. The rain didn't show any sign of stopping its shower, nor did my tears. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes clear, those traitorous tears leaked down my cheeks and drenched my pillow in my misery.

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.

In the distance, the rumble of thunder sounded like the growl of a nocturnal predator, preparing to lunge at its hapless prey. The rain started to fall with increasing intensity and she felt the first icy drops on her face. Water flowed down her cheeks and she finally let go of the tears that she had been holding back for a long time. She realized that she could no longer distinguish the rain from her own tears, nor could she tell if her tears were brought about by the physical pain she was feeling or the anguish brought about by the strong conflicting emotions inside her.