I'm Jealous Of The Rain Novels & Stories

My mind was stuck in the stars of my imagination, which was blinking so fast, I tried to capture them but did not succeed which reflected me as I was welcoming my hell. The Weather turned so suddenly. Invisible messages in drops of water can't also let me change my decision. It's so sudden with such speed. Beauty with the beast was a perfect example as rain used to represent love but those drops hurt too much. We can protect ourselves but still it's an immense pleasure for mother earth. Outfit was very opposed to me, it's completely wetted. I tried to comfort myself; suddenly Jaiden resolved my discomfort with his Jacket. I never thought my finances would be loyal enough or if it was a showo

Tired of standing, I get down to a squatting position, resting my water dripping head on my knee. I should have just stayed back, what was I thinking? Was I even thinking? Even the sky seems mad at me today. The sound of the rain beating against the ground is like a lullaby, helping me forget the fact that am still half exposed to the rain. Cold. It's so cold. The beating stops. It's like it stop raining, but I can still hear the noise it is making. Does the heavens finally have mercy on me? Or maybe it's just brewing another storm... but..

while I stood by the porch, hugging myself. I took his jacket off my waist and used it to warm my bare arms. Thunders began to grumble as the rain clouds approached. "Gosh, I hate the rain," I muttered when I felt the showers of rain begin to pour. Rain makes the sand muddy, it's dark, and it's... sad. Since I'm an outgoing person, I can't bear with it. What I meant was my shoes could get dirty, and it's sad because I couldn't party well, couldn't shop well.

I didn’t want to marry him, so I had no reason to feel anything about whom he had cared about. “Well, it's still past tense, so there’s that” Rain had a way of speaking up unexpectedly in my mind and disappearing while I grappled with his words all by myself. “A friend. The kind you think you’ll grow old with.” He was definitely talking about some ex. And I had this odd feeling in my chest. “It's called jealousy” “Shut up, Rain!” I hissed and looked into the mirror to ensure I had a calm, curious expression on the outside.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

Of all days, it had to be the day of my big revenge plan. The rain doesn't pour in a drizzle; it pours down angrily. People scream and run to their houses for safety. The rain grows heavier and colder as chills begin to form on my skin. There's not a single person in sight. I scream loudly in fear. For the first time in my life I feel really alone, and it scares the shit out of me.

Apologies are too late now you slag. The rain poured that day and I spent most of today moping around the PE changing rooms during my free time, catching a glimpse of any rugby studs in tight shorts running about, to see if they cheered me up. They were hugely muscled, almost unnaturally, wet and getting muddy. Under normal circumstances, I’d have to wank off right there and then, but my failure just made me feel shit. The rain fell ever harder and I just relished in my wet loneliness. Maybe its better this way, I started thinking, but I never got that thought any further.