Tears Of Rain Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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 was freezing cold, but my face was hot from the tears that streaked down my eyes. I sat there for a moment, catching my breath and trying to calm myself down. But the emotions were overwhelming, and I found myself crying harder than I ever had before. My tears mixed with the rain that had followed me inside, forming puddles on the floor. As I wiped the tears from my face with my left hand, I realized that I had never felt so alone in my entire life. I had always thought that I had it all figured out, that I had the perfect life. But everything had come crashing down around me, leaving me with nothing but my tears and my broken heart.

I couldn't stop the pain our father aflicted onto him and now I was incapable of stopping the forces of darkness that knocked on my brothers fated mate's door. I sat staring at my brother's handsome face sighing deeply, wishing I could see his amazing rose red eyes with that beautiful gold encircling them. Glancing towards the window as the rain drops beaded down the pane of glass. I smlied at the memory of Steffon and I dancing about in the rain. We were lovers of the rain. It always left the air smelling fresh and clean, like the rain washed away the bad deeds that had occured across it's lands. Nevertheless this would be one rain storm we wouldn't get to share with one another. Standing u

As destiny called, raindrops began to fall from the sky, infiltrating one by one, adding a shade of sadness to her lone step. The raindrops that soaked the ground soon hit Juliana with a soft but sharp force. Thousands of raindrops touched her face, creating sparkles on her cheeks wet with unstoppable tears. The woman stopped in place, oscillating between the rain and the emptiness in her heart. Juliana's eyes were glued to the raindrops falling in front of her. Every drop describes the suffering he is facing. She felt the emptiness in every raindrop that came her way, like an unspeakable outpouring of heart. The rain was a silent witness to Juliana's inner turmoil that was getting deeper.

] A tear splashed onto the paper. He kept turning the pages. [Stella tore up my painting today. She said the smell of paint gave her a headache. I dared not tell Mom and Dad.]

She looks away to the other side to hide her uncontrollable tears. "Please don't say this. You want to punish me, then punish me but please...I beg you, don't talk about leaving me, Rain. I have learnt to live with you, I feel happier in your presence and I'd be nothing but a lifeless body if you leave me, Rain." I don't realise when I also started crying. Hell! I never cried since my early childhood. "Why are you crying?" She asks me amid her own tears but slowly raises her trembling hands to wipe my tears. I close my eyes as soon as her cold hands touch my skin. I again feel the same unique spark traveling through my body cells.

I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

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.

I opened it to the last page, to the words he had left for me. It's yours now. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. They were not the sharp, violent tears of the early days. They were softer now, gentler, like rain after a storm. They came when they needed to, and they left when they were done. I let them come, let them wash over me, let them carry away the weight that I had been holding for so long.