After The Rain Mga Nobela at Kwento

One hand on each side and closed their eyes while speaking in a very strange language. After a few minutes had passed they stopped speaking and Rain’s eyes flew open as she sat straight up on the bed. “Thank you mother and grandmother for helping me. Where is my treasure? I need to see him please. Where is he?” Rain spoke quickly looking at the goddesses. They each kissed her cheek and stepped aside. Rain quickly got out of bed and ran into my arms. I wrapped her in my arms tightly and breathed in her lovely scent.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

Sebastian Morrison was the most famous fireworks designer in the world. We'd been together for seven years, and countless times, I'd hinted that I wanted a fireworks show that belonged only to me. Every time, he just ruffled my hair. "Next time it's your birthday," he'd say, "I'll design you the most beautiful one yet." The night of my birthday, I rushed to the beach, my heart full of anticipation. Instead, I found Sebastian standing under a sky full of fireworks, his arms wrapped around Victoria Grey. The fireworks burst over the water, dazzling, like a dream. Just not one that belonged to me. I stood frozen at the edge of the crowd. Someone nearby laughed and said, "I heard this des

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.

Because I felt it. “Thank you.” I glanced around the room once more. He still stood there as if he was waiting for me. “Let me walk you out.” I rolled out of bed, basking in my nakedness. Shane had seen this all last night and I was in the comfort of my own home, I was going to walk around however I wanted. I led the way to the door and he followed. I opened the door and saw rain. So beautiful, the sun was out but the rain came down in small droplets. I smiled, not realizing that Shane was watching me.

Even on a bright and sunny day. Raindrops dripped from the tall trees and landed on my head. It felt like I was in the shower. I spread my arms wide, as if embracing the water dripping down my body. “I love rain.” I muttered. “I just do..” Those who have lived through hurricanes love the rain. They crept through the mud, searching for a safe haven for their depleted spirits. Their mountainous hope had been shaken by the thunder, but it had not been trampled. Everything was terrible; the massive raindrops were like foreshadowing how the world would end, and how it would take them, lifeless and damp. However, they are unconcerned about it because they are focused on surviving until the next da

The rain had become a memory rather than a presence. After fifteen days of unrelenting fall, it had retreated to occasional soft showers that passed quickly, leaving the air clean and the ground breathing again. The jasmine bushes in the garden lifted their heads, petals bruised but still fragrant. The compound felt lighter, quieter—not healed, but no longer drowning.

From inside their home, one could hear the calming and melancholic sound of raindrops. In the past, rain used to evoke fear in Keisha. But with Colten's help and love, the fear was slowly replaced with joyful memories amidst the rain. She had many bad experiences with the rain, moments that caused her intense fear, especially when she miscarried while it was raining. She even remembered how she tormented herself in the rain, allowing herself to drown in sadness while the raindrops poured on her skin.

She woke up with a headache. She opened her eyes and saw the ceiling from her old room - the one she shared with Albert before their divorce. She felt a pain from her lower body and immediately knew what happened, and she slowly turned her head, fearing that she's in an endless dream in the afterlife. Is this the afterlife or was she reborn, she didn't know. Her tears immediately flowed down when she saw him lying beside her, Albert Matthews, her once and forever love, and the man who swore to protect her from wind and rain -- who actually did, even after everything that happened to them.

Angel I'm walking on the pavement, tapping my feet against the ground so that it will make a splash. It's raining, and being my usual self, I forgot my umbrella at home. I'm returning home from the gym, and the rain is cooling off my body perfectly. I enjoy the rain. I take a deep breath and look at the sky. Raindrops gently hit my face, making me relax. After some minutes, I start walking back home because I notice that the rain is about to stop, and I am drenched. I don't want to get sick, so I quicken my pace until my house is in view. I run to my door then turn my head slightly to the left to see some boxes on my neighbours' porch. They just moved in, and I haven't even seen them once ex