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Chapter 137 Jace It's raining. Of course, it's raining. Seems like the sky's been crying for months, mirroring the constant downpour in my soul. The city is slick and dark, reflecting the neon lights in distorted puddles. Perfect. Just perfect. I'm standing on the rooftop, the rain plastering my hair to my forehead, soaking through my clothes. The wind whips around me, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and regret. I don't even shiver. Numbness has become my default setting.

Ava As I rushed downstairs, I clutched the car key tightly, the rain pounding against my skin like a relentless drumbeat. I had no choice but to brave the storm, so I pushed on, my eyes fixed on the car that seemed to be my only refuge. Approaching the vehicle, I tried to unlock it, but my fingers struggled to insert the key into the wet lock. The key seemed to slip through my grasp, and I muttered under my breath, frustrated. Just when I thought I was going to give up, the lock finally clicked open, and I slid inside, grateful to be out of the rain.

The fear had become so overwhelming that the words I wanted to say refused to come out. The second man glanced at the first and let out a mocking scoff. "The rain is beautiful, bro," he said with a twisted grin. "Have you ever fucked a pussy in the rain?" The first man shook his head with a laugh. "No, bro! I've never tasted a pussy in the rain before, but I'm sure it's going to be one hell of an experience! Hahaha..." He burst into another fit of laughter. "I think we should just fuck her right here instead of taking her into the car. While we're at it, the rain can wash away the mess. Hahaha..."

The rain, which had been more relentless, now seemed to be falling around her, leaving her dry and protected. A kind stranger, noticing her plight and the hearing aid on her right ear, had extended his umbrella to shield her from the relentless downpour. He squatted down beside her, his concern evident in his voice as he asked, “You do not look good. Are you alright, miss?” His words were a gentle inquiry amidst the chaos of the storm. His presence was a comforting one, a beacon of hope in the midst of her despair.

“Ouch! Sh*t!” I yelled when I dashed my big toe unintentionally against a stone, going through the woods to find refuge under the heavy rain pouring down tonight with my broken heart. Why does it always have to rain each time I'm having a bad day? I guess it's just me alone against the world.

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past.

As if now, the authority holds him immediately. In this evening, the rain has never stopped. To this disaster, the people in the island are praying; the rain would stop now; the people can play tomorrow in the seashore. Despite that, the participants are never thinking negatively to the event tomorrow. Early in the morning, the rain has never stopped. To this, the participants and the audience are not having a whale of time today. In spite of it, everyone is praying to this typhoon that they have experienced today.

I stepped a little forward, craned my neck upwards, and closed my eyes making the cool and tiny rain droplets directly hit my face. I remembered the words of my mom. My mom says whenever you are in a dilemma and can't think straight and if it's raining, stand in the rain. Feel every single droplet that falls on you. When tiny, cool, and pure water droplets hit your head, it helps you to think clearly. Think until you feel you can't think anymore. And the moment you feel you don't have anything left to think, you feel peaceful standing in the rain, you feel calm, you feel just rain, nothing else. That is the moment you have cleared all your dilemmas, your mind is in the right place. And do wh

Rain that sprints. It comes in a wave, and just like the wind, it is free. Bathing people and things as it Usain Bolts, rattling its liberty on zinc and aluminium rooftops. Amanda panicks, looking both ways rapidly. "We can outrun it.", i scream over the wind's howl. "No we can't. Let's find somewh—" But like the rain, i am free. Like the wind, i am free. Like Deziri, unafraid.

She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found