It's Not Always Rainbows And Butterflies Novels & Stories

When she was little, Ria really believed in the story and admired the rainbow because of the beauty of the colors and its function as a bridge for the angels. At school, she found out that rainbows are water droplets that are refracted by light. But even so, she still admires the beauty of the rainbow. Although she would never imagine the angels descending from there again. People in the village also say that if you want to travel far, you are forbidden to bring eggs or raw meat. If you violate it, you will have bad luck along the way. This is not proven fact. If there’s something bad happen on the way when we bring some of it, then it's just a coincidence.

" He said and walked past me. I tried to follow him but he immediately vanished. It was just an imagination. I cried, the rain started pouring down as well. It feels like the sky knows how sad and down I am, now I know why people tend to cry when they are sad. People are just like the sky, when they feel tired, down and felt like they were alone, the rain will start pouring, but the difference is that when the rain stopped rainbow will begin to show, a sign of a new beginning, but for me, there's no rainbow after the rain. My heart cried hundreds of buckets now and still no rainbows showing.

I was gazing out of the car window, it was raining heavily and Earth's pleasant scent was all in the air. There was a toad out in the front, chasing a tiny, blue butterfly. The butterfly was teasing him , oh but it looked like he was having a great time. Good for him! Kai dropped me home and kissed me goodbye. I had just got out of the shower. Made a hot cocoa for myself and snuggled up in a blanket with "fault in our stars"

He declines the line and twitches his lips, knowing that his brother might still be annoyed. Yet, amidst the tension and uncertainty, there is also a peculiar tranquility. The patter of rain against the car's exterior, the solitude of the empty road, and the dim glow of streetlights create a unique, introspective experience. It's a moment of solitude and reflection, where thoughts drift and emotions rise to the surface, carried away by the relentless rain.

Only the sky blue net is the barrier on the side and roof to prevent the butterflies from flying and escaping. If I hadn’t known that it was a hill, I would have thought that a wedding would take place there. Well-wishers and people wore white and had roses. No one wears black. “Mommy, why is Granny’s wake like this? It looks like a wedding venue. It’s beautiful!” I said while smiling and looking at the flying butterflies. I cannot believe that the place looks like this.

I missed his warmth, and I missed everything about him. I don't know where our story is leading us. I don't even know if this battle would ever end but one thing is certain. No matter how frequent the storm is, no matter how strong the wind blows, no matter how hard the rain pours—the sky will be eventually cleared and the sun will eventually shine, and maybe someday a rainbow will show. Just like how I was blown back into his arms, to be with him again, even after all the struggles.

It took a moment for the sun to shine through the canopy of butterflies, casting a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors into the air. The delicate creatures fluttered their wings in unison, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and movement. Each wing was adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. As they took flight, the colors mixed and merged, creating a beautiful symphony for the eyes to behold. It was like witnessing a burst of confetti, but more magical. Darren’s hand put pressure on my waist as he led me forward. With each step, hundreds of butterflies erupted and took to the skies. The ground was covered in colorful flowers that had a sweet scent. It must have been a super attracta

Grief stricken that I have to go. Braxton puts his arm around me and holds me close, his face in my hair. He holds me like that for a long moment, breathing me in as I inhale the scents of the garden around us. A butterfly whispers by on a breeze, it’s blue and black wings catching the sunlight and giving it a twinkle. A few more in various sizes and colors follow. To be that free, like the butterflies or the birds, to take off and fly wherever I want… any time I want… wouldn’t that be heavenly?

Before Ashley could ask, he suddenly speak up. "Why can't I get my butterfly, they always come and go but I never get to catch any" his voice was sad, almost teary. "Some little stars always shine here in the night, but daddy never let me come out...I always watch them through the window" he said and pointed at the upper right window. That's his room. Ashley was saddened by the fact he never gets to play like any normal kid. Ashley pats his hair. " Butterflies are meant to be admired not captured," she said, clasping his face. " That is why they are called beauty flies, they make the environment beautiful" her gaze caught sight of the rose flower behind," just like those flowers".