Novel & Cerita Mia Rain

She smiled. --- The first night Elara was gone, heavy rain pounded against the penthouse windows. It was raining cats and dogs — thunder rumbling, lightning flashing. Kai missed her though and he sat on the couch watching a football game replay. Man Utd vs Arsenal. “Why does Amad always do that?” He scoffed. Then, he heard a knock and went to get it. Mia showed up at the door unannounced, soaked to the bone, wearing a tight dress that clung to her body. She was shivering or pretending to Shiver. Whatever.

​The Rain of Memories ​Outside the ship, the silver pixels of the moon’s shell began to fall toward the surface of Sigma-9. They looked like a meteor shower of pure light. But as they hit the atmosphere, they didn't burn up. They turned into "Memory-Rain", a soft, glowing drizzle that carried the songs, the stories, and the secret dreams of the ancestors back to the people in the streets.

Ocean refuses to help with any of the sneaky guessing games Ocean’s been running. I watch Storm head toward the house. Rain’s voice drifts out from the open kitchen window... eighteen months old, dark-haired, solid as a little tank, and bossing the whole kitchen around with Hannah. Rain does everything with this serious focus, like the world is one giant project and she’s the only one qualified to run it. She talks in full, careful sentences already, like she figured out words are power tools and she’s not wasting any.

Victoria called from the front door before disappearing with her mate, Micah, and his date. I looked over at Raina who started twirling around in the rain, the happiest smile I’d ever seen on her face. She took the hair tie out of her hair, which was now fanning out around her. She looked like she belonged in the rain - like she was made for it. I didn’t know how that was possible but seeing her wet and unleashed, I’d never seen her look more beautiful. Nor had I ever seen her so happy. “Love,” I started. “You’re going to get sick.”

Maya woke Thursday morning to gray light and the sound of rain against her window. She lay still, listening. The drops were steady. Rhythmic. She'd learned to recognize the patterns now. This was the kind that lasted all day. The kind that soaked through her jacket before she made it to the corner. Her phone buzzed. Idris: You awake? Barely. It's raining here too. It's always raining there. Not always. Sometimes it snows.

I breathed in the fresh air and sighed in satisfaction at the feeling of peace that came alongside my action. At first it drizzled, but after a few minutes, it began to rain heavily with thunder and lightning, signifying the torrential downpour of precipitation. I made a dash for the open window and thankfully, I closed it in time to avoid any of the rain water getting into my room. It was the first rain in the month of June. I gleefully scampered out of my bedroom and into the living room, excited to start my day, but my joy was brought to an ultimate end when I sighted Adrian.

’ She thought to herself as the rain drenched her and ruined her make up The rain fell in a relentless drizzle, its cold sting matching the weight in Mia’s chest. She stormed past the grand front doors of the event, her heel and foot clicking on the wet pavement, each step faster than the last. Her chest heaved as emotions swirled inside her like the stormy clouds above. The voices of mingling guests faded behind her, drowned out by the pounding of her heart and the rain. A few minutes later a black car stopped near her and rolled the window down, it was shaw

Shamefully so, Rain wouldn’t admit to anyone that she woke herself up three times while she brushed. Damn. Her reflection looked terrible. She looked like she’d spent the previous night drinking every alcoholic beverage in the house. But no. That wasn’t the actual case. She just wasn’t a morning person. Never was, never will be. Most especially on a fucking Monday! Rain took a warm shower that cleared up her head and opened up her eyes properly, she stopped dragging her feet on the floor as she walked but her brain still felt like mush. She grabbed some random clothes from the closet that she felt would match and put them down on the bed—her phone was on the fucking bed this whole time?!

I felt light and relieved. "It wasn't a bad one", I half-smile but her eyes are dead serious. "I was just— there's something else which— which makes me anxious" "What?" "Rain" Her eyes widen in disbelief and her lips part. She's numb for a whole minute, peering straight into my eyes. "Rain?" she exclaims. "Yeah. Rain and its sound. It makes me anxious. Way too much than the light itself. I'm not always— scared of light. But rain— I really can't stand the rain", without caring or measuring anything, I speak it out to her.

Her eyes back to the moon, she confessed. ''First, the moon! Because it always comes back. The stars because they always shine no matter how dark and lonely the night is and finally, rains! Oh I just love rain! They can easily affect my mood. Rainfalls are just amazing. Some feel the rain but some just get wet. At times, you can even cry in the rain,