Tears Of Rain Novels & Stories

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

The gentle patter of rain against the windowpane provides a soothing backdrop, a natural symphony that matches the rhythm of my troubled thoughts. In this moment of solitude, I let the tears flow freely, mingling with the rain that caresses my face. Each droplet seems to carry away a fraction of my anguish as if nature itself is trying to wash away my pain. The rain becomes my silent confidante, listening to the whispers of my sorrow and offering solace in its gentle embrace.

Another tear slipped from my eyes. . . . . . TBC

Tears stream down my cheeks as I grapple with the weight of my past, the years of servitude and sacrifice that have led me to this pivotal moment. My resolve is unyielding; I am determined to break free, to forge my own path. I struggle to maintain my composure. My vision is blurred by the tears and chill that assaults my senses. The road stretches out before me. The rain begins to fall in earnest, slicking the roads and obscuring my vision. The droplets pelt the windshield. I flick on the wipers, but the onslaught of water seems relentless. It’s a constant barrage that threatens to engulf me.

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 cried. My words seemed to work as a huge slap landed on my backside. My head swung back as I yelped, but I didn't dare move from where I knelt. The cold rain washed away the stinging feeling before another blow landed on my back, completely unexpected. I screamed, heat burning me from inside out as tears filled my eyes. Yet, despite the agonizing pain that filled me, moisture kept leaking down my folds, sliding down my thighs as it mixed with the rain.

However, those tears were of happiness. Tbc...

I shut my eyes, and my tears fall. . c.m. louden