April Showers Poem Novels & Stories

The only thing to do is keep moving, keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. The sky is rolling blanket of cloud the colour of wet ash, and the ground its dank reflection. Each step becomes a prayer for home as we walk, seeing the light from the doorway in our flickering daydreams, letting it become more real than the stormy night. The rain has fallen steadily without let up since before I woke. Outside the summer flowers and leaves droop under the weight of the droplets.

The clouds had formed together, grey in color like an assembling of a chariot, ready to wage a mighty war, only that this war emanating from the coming together of the clouds in the sky cane in torrents; there was now a heavy downpour of rain. I could not even tell which was heavier, between my tears and the rain but I wished the rain would wash off my pain and perhaps me tears would mix with the rain, so bitterness mixing with a powerful emblem of nature would wash over my mother and that loan shark, wherever he is now, so they would never know happy days till they grow old and die.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

As I stepped into the night air, the first droplets of rain began to fall, cold against my skin. I shivered and pulled my coat tighter around me, searching for any sign of shelter from the sudden downpour. The streetlights glistened through the sheets of rain, casting a blurred, ethereal glow on the deserted street. My shoes splashed in the puddles, the water seeping through the thin soles as I wandered, hoping for a reprieve from the storm.

Each word, a shard, pierced through the armor of my pride, exposing the raw, bleeding mess of my heart. As the first fat drops of rain splattered on my face, her final message echoed in my ears, a desperate plea that tore through me like a rogue wave: "Leo, if there's even a single ember left in our ashes, please, let it spark."

Chapter 29 Third Person’s POV The rain was terrifying yet comforting that night—it was beautifully tragic as it floods the land—the water wasn’t murky. It was clear and the rain that fell to wash the land rid of impurities was warm and comforting. Lux loved it. He loved how chaos was both beautiful and poetic even if it destroyed a lot of thing. He loved the flowing water and he loved how the rain cascaded down his naked body as he stood under the shower that the clouds provided.

I planted a kiss on each of their foreheads before getting up. Glancing through the transparent window, I started to appreciate the beauty of the droplets from the sudden downpour of rain through the sparkling glass. Noticing a familiar book on the bedside, I hesitantly picked it up and walked towards the balcony. The cold gush of midnight wind welcomed me in glory. The heavy rain surrenders herself unto the ocean, each fragment rippling gracefully and slowly becoming a part of the body of brine sea-lace. I heard each watery gift, softer than the patter on a rooftop, moving in subtle waves of its own according to the wind. Feeling my long caramel hair dancing along with their beat, I closed

And let the storm slowly brew. Like the fireworks in the sky, Let's get high and dry. I was standing in the middle of a forest surrounded by green everywhere. It wasn't raining but the raindrops falling from leaves due to the breeze looked like it was raining. I could feel the wet ground under my bare feet. I inhaled the smell of rain closing my eyes. I saw grey clouds in the sky ready to cry any minute now. It was a dewy and hazy day.

The untouched tray of food lay forgotten as she drifted towards the window, her gaze lost in the relentless downpour. As she gazed at the torrential rain beating down on the lush foliage, she watched the tiny rivulets that had emerged on the earth, tracing their way through the landscape. Each droplet was a note in the symphony of her despair, the rivulets on the glass a map of her shattered expectations.

No matter how far we are apart Please believe in those words I gave you Singing in the rain The raindrop is shining beautifully The moment when all the sadness is washed away The world will come alive Please come the tender rain Even if one day this scenery withers away The overwhelming emotion will still continue to pour into your eyes I want to connect our hearts I want to feel your pain When you wake up, on the soaked ground The buds are blooming It’s a tender rain May this song reach your side? No matter how far we are apart Please believe in those words I gave you Singing in the rain The raindrop is shining beautifully The moment when all the sadness is washed away The world will come a