The Rains Novels & Stories

I miss my Rain. My baby...

ibabalik ko rin naman. Kaya lang naisip ko na baka maputol ulit yun alam naman natin kung gaano ako ka lampa atsaka isa pa kulay white sya masyadong marumihin, kaya binalik ko sya tapos biglang nasagi ng paningin ko yong rain boots na kulay violet sa may gilid kaya ito nalang sinuot ko. Teka, ayos lang ba to? Pahiram muna ako huh!

She’s reading my message. The rain didn’t stop for hours. From her cubicle, Rhea watched the streaks of water slide down the glass, blurring the view of the city below. It was oddly comforting, the way the world looked softer when it rained — like everything ugly was hidden for a while. She rested her chin on her palm and stared at the brown envelope now tucked neatly in her drawer. She told herself she wouldn’t think about it anymore, that she’d throw it away before she got too curious.

((( Zhia POV’s ))) It's raining men, hallelujah, It's raining men, every specimen Tall, blonde,dark and lean Rough and tough and strong and mean… Whooooaa! Asaan kaya yan. Sean my labs asaan ka! It's raining men, hallelujah, It's raining men, amen It's raining men, hallelujah, It's raining men, amen It's raining men, hallelujah, It's raining men, a-------men.

And the fact that, she was now soaked in the rain. A/N: Pangalawang Patikim. Bitin ba babies? 😂

Bigla s'yang kinilig kaya nakita iyon ni Rain. Napakunot ang noo ni Rain sa inasta ni Sapphire. Hindi niya ma-gets ang babae kung bakit tila hindi ito mapakali at parang kinikilig, alam niyang pogi siya pero hindi ba pwedeng she would act normal in front of him para hindi siya ma-off? She’s really an open book, madaling basahin ang ugali pati na ang nararamdaman.

Ngunit sabay-sabay naman silang bumaba. Ngunit ang hindi inaasahan ng apat ay bago pa sila maghiwalay ay may makakasalubong pa silang pamilyar na mukha. Sa entrance ng station, nakatayo si Rain suot ang maikling skirt. Nakatayo ito sa tabi ng puting sports car. At sa tabi nito ay may nakatayong matangkad na lalaki.

Johan tried to talk and explain but I shush him. Tang'na, parte ba 'to ng pag-m-move on ko sandali? Muli akong napapikit at naglabas ng malalim na buntong hininga, pagkatapos ay nagdilat ako at isinakto ang tingin ko sa rumaragasang tubig ng ilog na napakalinaw. Dumadagdag pa ang sinag na nagmumula sa bawat espasyo ng mga puno, nagmumukha tuloy enchanted ang buong paligid. Parang may photoshoot at sinadya para sa isang teleserye.

When I felt my feet getting numb, I just sat on the grass in the middle of the woods. Shit these tears! Why they can't stop even just for a minute. I am tired...fucking tired. Tumingala ako sa kalangitan ng may malaking patak ng tubig ang bumagsak sa aking balikat. Shit! It's raining. Well, maybe this is the way of God to remind you that he's with you in every pain. He will cry with you. My tears poured as the rain pouring hard.

Rain has always been honest with me. It doesn’t pretend. It doesn’t sugarcoat. It doesn’t say “I’m fine” when it’s breaking inside. When it falls, it falls, diretso, walang pasikot-sikot. Tonight, as I sit by the window of my small dorm room, watching the raindrops blur the campus lights, I feel the same way. Parang ako ’yung ulan—heavy, messy, inevitable. I should be studying for midterms. I should be highlighting notes, rereading chapters, pretending my life is perfectly fine. But how am I supposed to focus when all I can see is the message glowing on my phone?