April Showers Poem の小説・ストーリー

With each step, my shoes squelch against the muddy ground, the rain droplets seeping through my shirt. Upon crossing through the golden gates, I find myself in the silent garden. Behind me, the lamp lights are flickering. Shadows play on the path as my feet make way deeper into the garden. I sit on the wooden bench, lost and helpless. The pain is biting me. The moment my heavy gaze falls to the lush, damp grass beneath my feet, the relentless rain ceases, leaving stillness in the air. Confused, I slowly lift my eyes and see a transparent umbrella, glistening with droplets, shielding my head.

And yet, later on, I couldn't tell if I was truly happy. If getting what I wanted was happiness, then why did I still feel this ache and sorrow even with Philip? I had no answer. I just held Mom's hand and promised something even I wasn't certain of. "I will, Mom. I will be happy." Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice my heel catching on my dress. As I tripped, my veil flew up, and I caught a glimpse of the guests' panicked faces. The next moment, I fell into a strong embrace.

The moment you smiled at me, my heart became yours. The rain had been showering us with drops of love in our hearts. The peon of your thoughts sent a letter to my lazy morning. The moment you looked at me, my heart became yours. Light and darkness are playing on the roof edge, Let’s collect them again with admiration together. In this inconsistent sunlight, spring comes over. Let’s spend our life together by loving each other. The person whom I say these all, I know very well. All the words are being said with eye to eye only.

Flaming Petals It was that day you crawled to the bedside to whisper a lullaby It despised my pride, but loved by my heart. Till then, nights and days scatter and flea like a moth who was free It grew and grew till the sun got tired to shine so vibrantly. Cloudy days were even better to admire when you try to distinguish what has clouded and stormed in your presence with me. Rainy days caught the attention that contributed to mayhem. However, it burnt like a pot in an oven, heating us with a tidal wave of joy. As confusing as it is, the tidal wave is in the pot.

Each foot placement must be chosen. Each balance corrected. It felt appropriate. Integration is not soft work. She stumbled once. Caught herself. Did not curse. Did not rush. Adjusted. Continued. Clouds gathered slowly in the distance. Darker now. The earlier scent of rain returned with promise. Storms are not always threats. Sometimes they are cleansing. The first drop hit her cheek. Cool. Then another. Within minutes rain fell steady. Not violent. Persistent. She did not seek shelter. She walked through it.

A yelp lifts up my breath, at the sight of the storm. Trickles of rain gladden my window blend, it trickles down, waving patterns through its trail. Shifting in my hands, I enclose myself further, pushing my jacket in. I wrap myself in, enclosing left spaces in its crack. The day sits at its peak, yet the sun fades within the tick, shading clouds. Flashes raudung through the sky, with rumbling fuelling through the sky, darkness fills every corner outside, shutting the brightened day inside.

3rd pov; Let it all out. Sadness and anguish, everything. It had been raining for hours now. The steady patter of water against the windows had been producing a continuous tap sound. It was supposed to be a full moon tonight but it felt as if the sky was pouring the sorrow out of it.

He slowly put me down then grab a towel in locker. “Thanks,” I murmured. He look down on me and just nod. I wiped the droplets of rain on my arms. From here, I could here the loud pouring of rain. The rain fell down constantly like an endless bucket of water being poured down from the heavens. It’s a relief that we finished our shooting before it rained. “Can I give you a ride?” Rain falls like it means to wash us away, like it means to keep hammering until we smudge like a Monet masterpiece. I watched how the droplets of rain run down on the window shield, racing from one another.

April rolled her eyes. April finished her Popsicle and threw the nylon into one of the roadside waste bins. Just then, they started feeling rain droplets and April's eyes widened as there are no place to take shelter around them. Orion sighted a closed store with an extended roof a few meters away. "Run," he said and hold April's hand as they started running. The heavy downpour started and April squealed at the chill that ran through her body. She was dreading it as well as enjoying it at the same time. Few seconds later and they were at the store but they've gotten a bit wet already.

Mama Hazel smiled at his fascination, her heart warmed by the innocent joy that radiated from him, a reminder of the magic found in the simplest of moments. "Mama Hazel, the rain is like a song, dancing on the window," Theo remarked, his voice filled with delight and wonder. Hazel's eyes twinkled with affection as she responded, "Yes, Theo, the rain has its own rhythm and melody, a gentle serenade that reminds us of the beauty and tranquility of nature." Together, they sat in companionable silence, the only sounds the soft murmur of rain and the gentle rustle of the leaves outside. The raindrops created a mesmerizing tapestry against the window, each droplet a testament to the intricate wond