Lirik When This Rain Stops Wendy Novels & Stories

George's POV The rain was pouring hard as I held Wendy’s weak body. Her face was pale, nearly see-through against the dark alley, with the rain sticking her dark hair to her cheek. I pulled her in tighter. The smell of her, mixed with the sharp scent of blood, hit me hard, fueling my anger to protect her. I shouted at my driver, “Go faster!” I didn’t wait for him to reply before pulling her closer, my fingers gently touching her jaw, hoping her eyes would open.

Then I start singing. ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ Whether I remain there or not baby, just remain there somewhere in me. When I get the last sleep, keeps coming in my dreams... This is all I have to tell you... This is all I have to tell you... ______________________________ ______________________________ Someday if there is rain, Just think that I am there in the drops...

After the road Crit had pointed out to them became more dirt and grass than asphalt, splatters of mud from the impact of missile-like raindrops sent splashes of mud up their legs so that despite being drenched, Rain found herself coated in muck and mire. Uneven terrain also had them sliding down patches of earth, practically rolling down some of the steeper hills. How she could be caught in a torrential downpour and end up caked in dirt was a notion Rain couldn’t quite conceive of, but by the time it finally stopped raining, as the sun was disappearing behind the tops of the trees, all of them were filthy and exhausted. “How much further do you think it is to the river?” Walt asked. It was t

I did not answer. “I don’t believe you can forget us this quickly.” “I didn’t. I let go slowly, while you weren’t looking.” His grip on the flowers loosened. “So it’s too late?” “Yes.” One word ended what years of waiting had already worn away. Adrian lowered his gaze. “I always believed that no matter how long I made you wait, you would still be there.” “I believed that too.” “If I had understood sooner—” “But you didn’t.” At last, he placed the flowers on a bench.

This is such a wonderful place to be Even if there is pain now Everything would be all right For as long as the world still turns There will be night and day Can you hear me? There's a rainbow always after the rain" We sing together until the end "Woah! Amazing! What a splendid performance! You three are amazing! That's all I can say! Seriously! I'm so speechless. We didn't really make a mistake in choosing you" she said in awe

When the calls stopped landing, the messages started flooding in: [Aaron, I was wrong. Please come back.] [I was stupid. I shouldn't have listened to Victor. I screwed up. I'm sorry. Just give me one more chance.] [The company's falling apart. Only you can save it. Come back and I'll make you Sales Director. Victor's gone, I swear.]

She leans her head on my shoulder, and I lean my head against hers. “This is nice,” she says. “It is. Did you have a good time tonight?” I ask her. “I did. I really love being with my family,” she says. “That’s how I know you’re going to love my family. They are very similar to yours.” When the song ends, Wendy smiles at me. “Would you walk me to my room? After everything that’s happened and sleeping out in the field, I’m tired and ready for a good night’s sleep in my own bed.”

"Here." He looked at it, "What is that?" "My gift for you. It’s your birthday, right?" He gasped. "Oh, did Lola Nanding tell you about it?” I smiled sheepishly at that and he seemed to get it. He reached out and ruffled my hair, “Thank you, princess.” Suddenly, the rain started to fall. The large droplets of water came hitting the window and the windshield couldn't handle it. Phoenix stopped driving and I looked at him. “Why did you stop driving?”

Her sister, Jenny, had sensed her ambition and worked hard to break into the entertainment industry, but Wendy didn’t want to be part of that chaotic world and chose a different path. I mumbled my agreement, and soon Wendy’s gentle voice filled my ears. Her voice was unlike her usual bold, fiery personality—soft, like a spring breeze, soothing and comforting. As she sang, I nearly drifted back to sleep. But as the lyrics and melody grew clearer, my drowsiness faded. "Bright moon, calm wind, the leaves hide the windowpanes, the crickets chirp…" This song was one Wendy’s mother used to hum to her. Whenever Wendy felt down or missed her mother, she’d sing it to herself.