Romans & histoires After The Rain Comes The Rainbow

It didn’t take a second; he pulled me even closer as he wrapped his arm around me. “It’s gonna be fine.” “I don’t think so.” “Trust me, baby. There’s always a rainbow after the rain.” “It’s the sunlight that scatters from raindrops called refraction, Gabriel.” “Don’t ruin my childhood memories.” A chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Thank you.” “I will always be here for you.” A single tear rolled down my cheek when he kissed the top of my head.

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

Emeridia woke to the sound of a gentle rain falling, its rhythmic patter echoing through the streets. Aric and Kaida stepped out of their home, the droplets lightly dancing upon their faces. They exchanged knowing smiles, for they understood that even the rain carried the melodies of the symphony of renewal. The city was alive with activity, its people moving with purpose and determination. Aric and Kaida ventured into the heart of the community, eager to engage in conversations and witness firsthand the transformative power of collaboration.

Andres emphasized before excusing himself and letting us rest before the dinner invitation. Why is it like the rainbow before the storm? I thought worriedly What is this?

I say and step forward to embrace her. Life can be unpredictable - on the same day that I lost my mother, I also gained two family members, which is hard to wrap my head around. The feeling of the sky finally opening up after a long period of darkness is indescribable; it's like a brilliant blue sky has been revealed to me. The question remains, is the sunlight that appears after rainfall a sign of the storm's end or the calm that comes before it?

The man showed a relieved expression. After a night of heavy rain, the bad weather seemed to never end. Surprisingly, the sky cleared up and the weather became beautiful, with a gentle breeze and warm sunshine shining on the earth, revealing the aftermath of the rain that had ravaged the area last night. Thea stood by the window, overlooking the receding water on the ground. It was muddy and the low-lying areas of the road still had puddles, but everything looked so fresh and clean.

I missed his warmth, and I missed everything about him. I don't know where our story is leading us. I don't even know if this battle would ever end but one thing is certain. No matter how frequent the storm is, no matter how strong the wind blows, no matter how hard the rain pours—the sky will be eventually cleared and the sun will eventually shine, and maybe someday a rainbow will show. Just like how I was blown back into his arms, to be with him again, even after all the struggles.

Unable to break free, she reluctantly stepped into the rain-soaked garden. Calvin lifted her chin. “Good thing there’s still a bit left. If we don’t look now, it will be gone.” Adriana’s eyes lit up. “A rainbow!” A brilliant rainbow arched across the clear, post-rain sky, stretching from south to north over the garden. Its layers of color blended softly, as if connecting all the world’s beauty. Calvin wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, resting his chin atop her head. “Yes, a rainbow. You don’t see them often in the city. I haven’t seen one in ages either.”

They've been home for weeks now, and their hair was still pink until one day they felt their first raindrops in months. For months, all they had was dew to nourish and wet the grounds. But not today, as they rushed to the shelter as the rain came pouring down fiercely. Their hair turned back to its original color. It didn't take long for the weather to change into a full-blown thunderstorm. Autumn looks out the window. “You think it's going to stop soon?”

SEBASTIAN POV The room was too quiet. My body wouldn’t sit still. And skin felt so tight with my bones humming. The moon tonight wasn’t just bright. It was greedy. Bigger than I had seen it in years, swollen and pale, pressing against the glass like it wanted in. Like it was watching me. The thunder rolled low over the city skyline too. And rain hit the glass in sheets. Then almost impossible, a rainbow split the clouds, thin and bleeding light even in the dark. Omens. My grandmother used to say thunder meant change. Rain meant cleansing. While rainbows meant promises.