All That The Rain Promises And More 소설 & 이야기

this imperfect, beautiful, rain soaked moment that would never come again. "I'll send all of them." He promised, setting the phone aside. Outside, rain drummed steadily on the tent, creating a cocoon of sound around us. The almost kiss lingered between us, unacknowledged but not forgotten. For now we were just two best friends, caught in a rainstorm, with another bucket list item messily complete. And if my tuke was running out, if this was all we ever have..at least we'd reached for the starts, even if they had disappeared behind the clouds.

“I will not act without thinking, no matter how long I have to wait, I have to wait for this opportunity. ************ In autumn, it rains a lot, so the mood changes erratically according to the weather. Palomas Blancas hid in the cave, sadly watching the raindrops fall on the dry leaves, washing the stone steps in front of the cave. She really doesn't like the rain at all, because the raindrops always touch the anxiety in her heart, evoking memories that she wants to forget.

The rain had not stopped for three days in Lagos. It fell like a stubborn drummer’s beat, steady, merciless, drowning out even the loudest bus horns and the cries of street hawkers. The streets shimmered with oily water, gullies overflowing, plastic bottles floating like weary travellers with nowhere to go. For Promise, the rain was more than weather—it was a test. Lagos seemed to be asking her: Howw badly do you want this dream?

“Pitter patter falls the rain on my window Creating an art which depicts our tale The once blue sky is cloudy, Hiding the star I seek. I look up in the sky, Hoping you’d be there You promised me that we’ll be together Then why did you leave me alone hither? You said you will shine like a star But why can’t I see you up there? You promised me that we’ll be together Then why did you leave me alone hither? The rain washes away the painting of you I stare at the blank canvas, thinking of us When I look back at our memories You promised that you’ll never make me cry Yet, the tears won’t stop flowing I don’t know why. When I look at our painting together It makes me wonder If you really loved me a

I was drifting off to a peaceful slumber and couldn’t be sure if what I heard was correct. "I promise you won't ever cry again, my Eve. I've finally found you and I'll never let you go. Whatever the reason behind your tears are, I'll make sure to find out and this will be the last time they fall from your beautiful eyes. I'll keep my promise I made to you all those years ago. Sweet dreams, my Minnie."

' I take a deep breath and just follow what I truly wanted to give respond from his question. "Yes,I wanted to be free and be with Rain again.."

"Do me a favor, young lady." … It was finally done. William set up a grand banquet to welcome Bianca, and it was to be held at the new observation tower he owned. I knew that place. It was the same place he had once proposed to me. There were no flowers or any diamond rings. All it had was him kneeling on one knee, blushing as red as an apple. He swore he would make me the happiest woman in the world. 30 years had gone by since that promise was made. He did make good on his word, but it was to someone else. The banquet was, if nothing else, magnificent. The world's bluebloods and reporters were all present.

Not a greeting. A promise.

Rain took his hand, her face glowing with a radiant, carefree smile. He walked beside her, his hand resting protectively against the small of her back, his posture reflecting the quiet pride of a man who had kept his promise. In the living room, Rain’s eyes lit up when she saw her big brother and said, “Big brother, Maddox had proposed, and I said yes.” Rain raised her left hand to reveal the beautiful promise of her future. The timeless heirloom ring caught the glow of the chandelier, sending a brilliant flash of light dancing across the living room.

Slowly but surely, the sun reappeared. Then the smile appeared. For now, there was no longer any doubt. The promise had been fulfilled once again. Just have to be patient. Just have to stand tall. Strengthen the heart. And in the end, all will pass. Laughter. Tears. Happiness. And sorrow. All will come, entering life only to leave again. Alternating, coloring each journey with its own impressions and memories. That's what Elice understands now. That it will not always rain. In the end there will always be calm and the sun will return. Is it greedy of Elice to hope that there will never be rain? That there will only be the sun forever?