It's Not Always Rainbows And Butterflies の小説・ストーリー

The rain is a battering ram. I left it batter me. Besides I'm already in bits. The sky's tossing huge balls of water, the size of oranges. They hit with an icy chill that is almost soothing, like a distorted massage from an angry masseuse. I'll probably be down with a fierce cold come dawn, but that is as insignificant as polishing the shiny bronze plaque in the living room. Being in the rain is like holding a butterfly, the flutter of its wings like a small tempest–smaller and safer than the tsunami that hit me when Chimamanda came, and the swirl of crudely formed emotions that raged when she left me. Far more safe.

' Alfi asked. 'This one.' Bunga said showing the red one. 'is the symbol of love.' She explained. 'And this one.' Bunga said showing the yellow one. 'is the symbol of sadness.' She explained. 'What kind of sadness?' Alfi asked. 'Heartache, anxiety, worries, something like that.' She said. Alfi remained silent. 'Alfi, if I were a rose, I would turn into yellow every time I see you get hurt. I am sad because I am afraid. I am afraid of losing you.' Bunga sobbed.

“I can't believe it, I only see them in terms of their past. They are not easy people to separate, whatever the problem. Shasa and Tristan can fix the problem well, and bring them closer. " **** Tristan sipped his coffee casually, occasionally staring at the two bicycles he just rented this morning. And even Tristan and also Shaquella have also been cycling around the villa and also around the residents. And this time Tristan prefers to sip his coffee under a tree while watching the sun that is about to set. The reason is that Tristan has been waiting for the rainbow, but it doesn't appear. Rainbows appear after the rain, but rainbows go away after giving beautiful colors. Think of false hop

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

the little curious girl asked “Sweetheart, a rainbow is a sign that Gods are smiling back at you, it means that you are being blessed as if you are his special child. It tells you that life is never black or white, you need to have colors, it's a promise that after every rain there is sunshine, a promise that after every storm there is calm, after every pain there is pleasure, after every dark night there is light and after every pain and loss, there is peace and gain. My darling daughter, we must all have a rainbow in our life,”

Raina There is a thing about butterflies, they use the colors on their wings to attract potential mates. Isn't it wonderful that I do the same? But the only difference between me and butterfly is that my attraction lands me in trouble. I stared into my reflection in the mirror, to others I look like a beautiful butterfly with my long straight brown hair cascading down to my hips, my leaf-like hazel green eyes, and my pink-dewy skin tone. I look colorful but my life is shadowed by darkness.

“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW SNOWMEN?!” “I have seen little children make some during the Last Day of the Year Festivities, however… I am afraid I have never learned how to make one myself,” the Princess remarked, turning to look at him, “The activity itself pointless since the craft will not remain frozen like paintings or poetry will. I mean, is there a reason for us to waste our time making such things that Mother Nature itself will destroy?” “That’s why they are precious!” “Well, I think not,” she says, her voice sharp as a knife and it sounded like they were but weren’t even talking about snowmen anymore, “…these things are ridiculously fragile, I have no idea why the people even bothered.”

Rolling fields shimmered beneath the emerald sky. The rivers sparkled with threads of silver. Wildflowers bloomed wherever the children ran. After nearly an hour... They reached the crest of a hill. Ama stopped. Below lay a vast meadow. At its center stood a single child. No older than eight. Barefoot. Simple white clothes. Dark hair dancing in the breeze. The child was laughing while chasing glowing butterflies. Each butterfly carried one of the four colors. Silver. Gold. Blue. Green. Yet whenever one landed on the child's hand...

Trees shimmered in shades of silver and gold, while flowers bloomed in a rainbow of colors that danced in the gentle breeze. As Theo explored this enchanting world, he encountered friendly creatures with coats of every color imaginable. A rainbow-colored bird chirped a cheerful tune, leading Theo through fields of shimmering grass that changed color with each step he took. Butterflies with wings painted in iridescent hues fluttered around him, leaving trails of sparkling dust in their wake.

** Breaking New Ground** Spring in Seabreeze had fully arrived, bringing with it vibrant blooms and the soft hum of renewed life. The town was bustling with activity, the streets filled with locals and tourists eager to soak up the mild weather and the charm that only a coastal town like Seabreeze could offer. For Claire and Ethan, the season symbolized not just the renewal of nature, but also the blooming of their own dreams.