Tears Of Rain Novels & Stories

It was like her lungs have completely given up on her. She let out a deep groan as she tried to suck in the air but to no avail. Her eyes filled with tears again. She couldn’t do it anymore. She had her mouth open as she silently sobbed – as drool strings out of her mouth. She choked on her tears and crawl her way to the door of the room. She needed to get out. She somehow managed to open the door, only to be welcomed by the wind and rain. She closed her eyes as the kneed down at the door while the rain slaps her face along with the rain. The cool water against her skin soothed her burning heart. For a few minutes, she sat there – as the rain drenched her while entering the room as well.

“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.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

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. - - -

The tears kept falling like rain stormy day. “Fuck!” I shut my eyes and took a turn back to my room

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.

He loved the way her eyes seemed to hold the depths of the sea, captivating and mysterious. Rain's tears, long held back, finally broke free, streaming down her cheeks as she let out a sob, she still mourned Florate. Thygas pulled her close, his warmth enveloping her like a shield. Rain's head rested against his chest, her tears soaking into his skin as he stroked her hair. Her scent of lavender and chamomile wafted into his senses, making his nerves frazzle.

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.

As the rain poured relentlessly outside, I found myself drawn to the window, my heart heavy with a mix of nerves and unexplained sadness. Each raindrop seemed to mirror the strange ache within me, falling with a gentle but persistent rhythm. “Who is she?.......” I mumbled to myself watching the droplets slide down the glass, blurring the world outside, mirroring the unexplainable tears that threatened to escape my eyes. The pitter-patter of rain became a soothing soundtrack to my racing thoughts, as I grappled with the weight of my emotions.