She Loves The Rain Novels & Stories

She looked at me and realized that I was referring to her dark circles, she shrugged, "not really." I was gonna ask her why, but before that, she got up and started walking away from me. With her hands behind her back and her head held high, she took a deep breath. "It seems it'll rain," I remarked joining beside her. She hummed in response. "We better walk you back home early before it starts to rain." "It doesn't matter. I love rain." She took a deep breath, "I wish it rains." As if listening to her prayers it started raining. Covering my head with one hand I pulled Li under a shelter.

Sherly glanced up at the darkening clouds with a frown, realizing that they were in for a thorough soaking if they didn't seek shelter soon. "It looks like we're in for a bit of a downpour," she remarked, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. This kind of weather is what she hates the most. Rain. She despised rain more than anything else in her life. Whenever there's rain, there's pain. George nodded in agreement, unable to see Sherly's expression that she had made for a second. His expression resigned but was not discouraged. "Yeah, it's really coming down," he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

She and my wolf is turning me nuts. "Vdius? Are you even listening to me?" Suddenly she called me, breaking the chain of my thoughts. "Huh? Did you say anything?" I asked her. "Yes, I said maybe it's going to rain. I can feel some drop of water falling in my back." She said and started moving her hand in the air to feel the water, and I fuc*king swear, she looked like a small girl grinning in happiness with the rain. "You love rain?" I don't know what happened to me today because I was asking her dozens of questions which are absolutely not my character, and maybe she was so lost in her thoughts that without arguing, she immediately replied, "Yes, I love rain, but I can't stand them."

I intend to move but she holds my hand. "Let's have a rain dance." She is such a joyful person which I love the most. Before my approval, she pulls me and we are under the open sky. She is enjoying, straightening her arms and putting her face up. It's not a heavy rain but enough for a shower. Her skin is glittering now. I don't know what am I enjoying, the rain or the girl in the rain. I bet the second one.

she felt the rain hit the ground creating the staccato rhythm. Delaney suddenly remembered how she loved to play in the rain as a child, as she followed her loves to run into the rain as water fell on her body. The wind continued to rage, its howling a constantcompanion to the drumming of the rain. And Delaney seemed to enjoy it as she listen to the drumming of the rain. The scent of fresh rain filled her room and she remembered what her mate smells like. she could feel her heart being broken all over again. she wish she could turn back he hands of time. so she could make the right decisions in her life.

She smiled faintly as I reached out to stroke her cheek. “Tell me something about you,” I whispered. She looked surprised. “What?” I inquired. “It’s just… been a long time since anyone wanted to get to know me,” she admitted. “I’m your mate. Shouldn’t I know everything about you?” She chuckled softly. “I think you should.” “Tell me.” “Hmm… I like the rain,” she said. “But I don’t want to get caught in it.” I laughed and nodded. “I like the rain too, but I don’t mind running in it.”

Her favourite. She loved rain and every time it gave her a different kind of happiness. Wow. Was the only word she could whisper inwardly. She loved everything about rain. A cold drop of water landed on her cheekbone. Her eyes flickered open at that cold touch. Her lips stretched into a small smile, realizing finally the sky was about to open up and let its cold tears meet the thirsty ground.

It was as though the rain washed away her burden. Lee loved the rain. If not for anything else but for the fact that she could cry freely in the kind of weather. She loved water in all its forms. It washed away her sweat, tears, and blood. It cleaned her body of the filth she came across in her everyday work. Additionally, the sound of the rain was like a therapeutic medicine for her soul. She walked around Vasca city, relishing in the emptiness of the streets. Another reason why she loved the rain was that she hated crowds. Most people fear the rain and its coldness, yet it worked perfectly for her.

I was suffocating inside, that heavy feeling inside my chest was rising slowly. But she could never be mine. The world would turn into hell if anyone comes in hi way. *** When it rained, the world usually softened around the edges; streets and sidewalks became a liquid mirror onto which lights and colours bleed. When it rained, everything became beautiful for a while. But that was not what troubled her. She loved the rain. She loved the way it softened the outlines of things. How the world became softly blurred and it felt like she would melt right into it.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain