She Loves The Rain Novels & Stories

The whole room is filled with the poisonous smell, how can I not feel it before. The rain continously pouring down from last night without taking a second break. A girl with black umbrella walk slowly take steady steps to prevent getting slip. A harsh wind hit making her umbrella almost flew but she hold it tightly and again started walking. She is doing the same throughout the way getting soaked a little. And that girl is none other than me. Lilly take a day off as she hate rain but me being a peacock come out chiming just to enjoy it. Afterall it's the first rain of the season but now I regret my decision as it's no longer a smooth romantic rain but a wild one.

She loves the rain; the way it erases traces of everything. For her, it's a symbol of a slate being cleaned; a new beginning. And that is what keeps her alive. For now, at least. Standing outside a cozy bar, she lets the downpour soak her from head to toe, making her white dress stick to her like a second skin. She has nothing except a tattered small black sling bag. Her long black hair hangs around her face like a wet curtain. After a moment of staring through the glass doors, she finally steps inside.

I brush the back of my knuckles over it. Fuck—she’s chilly! I tug the blanket back over her. The heat is on full force in the cab, but the poor female’s body is small and frail. Damn vampire locking her up like that. She’s too fragile to handle that sort of neglect. Too pale, too thin.

she laughed, he pulled her into his arms and walked while they enjoyed the velvety night view of the city and its lights The cool winds blew across them, carrying the soothing scent of the sea “It’s going to rain tomorrow, the weather will be pleasant,” she crossed her arms across her chest as cool winds blew “Do you love the rains?” “Of course I do, I am a hardcore pluviophile,” she looked at him and smiled “What’s that?,”

Scarlett had asked about this before too and had suggested to get installed sturdier window frames but the old lady had only replied with, "I like them as they are." "Anyhow, it's not like I'll be staying here." Scarlett mumbled to herself as she stood by near the window and looked out at her sky covered with dark clouds she thunder going once every few minutes. She wasn't afraid of thunder. Infact, she loved when it rained. She loved dancing and playing in the rain and she also loved watching the heavy storm that rain brings. She enjoys it. To her, it feels the sky is finally letting out all the things that weighed her down because just after the rain. the sky looks so fresh and beautiful,

She said, "Do you remember that time when it was raining and we went to the wooden house? Why don't we do it again later, I really like it!" Suddenly I found him directing the car to another street and then he said, "Let's just go now.. I don't want to go home." She clapped excitedly, "Good!" They finally reached their destination and got down in the rain to stand up and raise her head feeling the beauty of the rain "I love rain so much, you know?" He stared at her a little while she raised her hands and swirled in a very captivating way. He said, "And I love you so much, do you know?"

She stopped and I stupidly helped her put the slippers on. “It's late. What time is it?” she asked nervously, “I'm going home. They must be worried about me again.” “You won't,” I suddenly declared. She stared at me but I took my eyes off her. My habit of getting obsessed with something was surfacing again. “Why? Is the weather still bad? “ I just exhaled so she didn't get what I meant. “I'm sorry. Hehe, my only weakness acted as a killjoy to my favorite which is the rain, especially the downpours. It’s quite an irony that I liked the rain but is afraid of lightning and thunder. How could I even get home? “

So now, how in the name of everything, am I back in the confines of her mind while she jumps around in the rain, falling into puddles with no care whatsoever? 'Sher!' she squealed, jumping into another puddle as the rain poured on her fur. It was raining heavily, but Robyn didn't exactly seem to mind. 'I shifted! You can see that right? Of course you can!' She added. 'I can clearly see that. What I do not understand, however, is what we are doing out here in the rain, Robyn.' 'Of course you were going to miss the point,' she murmured, pausing from her jumps. 'I am in the rain because I obviously love the rain, duh.'

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

"Don't be such a sissy and come enjoy the rain." "I don't wanna get wet!" I yelled back. "Then, why would the rain fall if there's no one to get wet in it?!" She retorted playfully. "Getting wet by the rain is showing appreciation to it." I sighed as I laid back in the shade of my balcony. Sometimes I wonder if this lady loved nature more than she loved me. "I love you, Nivard!" She yelled into the horizon as if hearing my thoughts. "I love you too, Irikah," I laughed as I laid down. Even if she couldn't hear me, I was sure she knew.