Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Rainy

From a distance, it almost resembled something ordinary. Almost. A faint breeze slipped through the crack of the kitchen window, carrying with it the scent of damp earth. The first raindrops began to fall again—soft, patient, rhythmic. They tapped against the glass like fingers drumming on a table, unhurried and inevitable. The sky darkened another shade, clouds rolling over each other in thick waves of gray. The calm before another storm.

The house is quiet, the few servants around having retired to their rooms, leaving her alone with no one to see. The heavy drops hit her skin, making her shiver. In her silent world, she wishes—just for a moment—to hear the sound of the rain. The colors of the evening rain are soft and blurry, calming in a way she can only feel, not fully understand. All she knows is that it’s beautiful.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

And somehow, with her pressed this close, fingers curled at my shoulders, trusting me to hold us both steady… I didn’t think happiness could get any brighter than this. The sound of thunder roared above in the sky, and Aurielle looked up. Her eyes widened before the first raindrop hit her forehead, rolling down the sides of her face. I followed it. Then another drop, they seemed to travel down her face, further past her neck and collarbone, down into her cleavage. Her lashes flutter, her lips part as the weather goes from light raindrops to a heavy downpour in a matter of seconds. Before we can even react, we're drenched. Even though we don't stop dancing. We don't stop moving with each othe

Chapter 137 Jace It's raining. Of course, it's raining. Seems like the sky's been crying for months, mirroring the constant downpour in my soul. The city is slick and dark, reflecting the neon lights in distorted puddles. Perfect. Just perfect. I'm standing on the rooftop, the rain plastering my hair to my forehead, soaking through my clothes. The wind whips around me, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and regret. I don't even shiver. Numbness has become my default setting.

I didn't know what he was talking about but everything I guessed it would be is beautiful so I answered still watching the rain fall. "Intriguing". "I think the rain is amazing, don't you?" "Yeah, it's beautiful and it's strong. Like the saying goes, it's probably the strongest thing ever created because it's never afraid to fall", I explained softly, drawing patterns on the window with my fingers.

With eyes at rest in the way of dreams, I hear the quenching rain. The percussion of the given water varies according to the surface it wets. There is the drums that are windows, the cymbals that are the concrete floor, and the soft, soft maracas that are the music of the grass. The triangles are the puddles, a high note to pick up the mood, to sing of the joy of the plants upon such a day. My bicycle wheels turn over the wet track, my speed bringing the cold rain into my face harder

I opened the glass doors of my balcony and was greeted by the rushing uninvited guests called the treacherous breezy winds that usually appear during the season of the rainy days. I love the cold feather-like kisses of the wind as it lightly brushes through my blonde hair and the tips of my porcelain skin. It was refreshing, the ultimate paradise, and my very own haven. The rhythm of the raindrops echoed in my ears like a mellifluous melody that made me dance like I'm grooving in my favorite sonata. I played my favorite instrumental song and surprisingly it blended with the beat of the downpour. Unconsciously, my body danced to the harmony of the blended beat, and all I can say it was surrea

long is your break? I have something I want to do with you but it will take a few hours.” Desire shown bright in his blue eyes. His low growl had my core heating up and I knew what he was thinking. “ Baby I am yours for the rest of the day. Do with me what you want.” He said in his gravely deep voice. Chills raced down my spine but I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity to shift. I hopped off the desk and walked around Selwyn grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me laughing at the comical look on his face. The guard opened the front door as I pulled my mate outside and began walking down the huge front lawn. The rain felt amazing as I turned my face up to the sky. “ My Rain what are y

He wasn't aquatinted with fashion and he didn't understand how things worked. He just watched as slender ladies swayed majestically through the columns and other people were taking pictures. He wondered if Ketra's turn was already done and hoped she was still backstage. A moment of silence came in as reporters turned their cameras towards the backstage exit as a tall slender figure appeared in black with lights turned down to dim. Rain's nostrils flared as he caught a merry sweet scent of Vanilla-mint and he could feel his wolf wagging its tail happily. What a blessing!