She Loves The Rain Novels & Stories

She prayed, naively thinking God had the power to keep him away from her. ............ "Looks like rain's coming," Giovanni remarked, offering a mug of steaming coffee to her. Sera shot a brief glance at the mug before tilting her head up. The sky was indeed heavy with rolling clouds, their dark rims promising a heavy downpour. Her mouth curved into an unconscious smile. She loved rain. The freshness it brings, the scent of damp earth, the melody of rain meeting ground- she loved everything about it. There was something very calm, very healing about rain.

"Alright, go ahead." "You're the best, Elle. Be good, okay? I'll bring you your favorite freesias when I'm back." "I'm the best, huh? Don't you like women who cling to you and act coquettish, Shawn? I'm boring because I'm too sensible, right?" Noelle asked. Shawn was taken aback. "Why would you think that? I love you the most. Whichever type you are is the type I like." "Will you fall in love with another woman, Shawn?"

The soft strains of the music filled the room, intertwining with the rhythmic percussion of the rain, creating a symphony of sound that enveloped her in its embrace. As she listened, Keisha's gaze drifted to the window, where the world outside was transformed by the falling rain. Each droplet traced a delicate path down the glass, leaving behind shimmering trails that danced in the dim light of the room. The scene was mesmerizing, captivating her senses and drawing her deeper into its beauty. With a smile playing on her lips, Keisha reached out to trace the raindrops with her fingertips, feeling the cool moisture beneath her touch. There was a sense of serenity in the air, a tranquility that

“I’ll never understand why you like the rain when you hate storms." She turns to look up at me, her gentle brown eyes burning almost gold under the single barn light. “Rain is peaceful, storms are the Angel's smiting us,” she points out, tapping her temple like this is a grand observation. “Plus, the rain sounds better than your grating voice.” I laugh roughly, shaking my head. "It storms a lot here." The amount of nights I’ve woken to tentative taps on my bedroom door. Half-asleep, Sienna would amble into my room and crawl beneath my covers, seeking refuge from the storm.

She loved the sound, how peaceful it was, and how it had the power to cool down the earth whenever it was too hot from the sun's heat. If I should ever be given another name, I would surely love to be called Rain. "You have a beautiful name, Rain," said Madison. I began to cry. I immediately stopped crying when the rain outside began. "Look, even the rain loves your name as well. It starts to fall again," said Madison, clueless that it was me causing it. I was happy she was clueless. "Thank you," I told her as I began to leave her home again. "Rain," she said, stopping me.

She gazed at the dark sky, thanking God in her heart for the shower because she loved the rain. Her eyes lowered from the heavens and right before her eyes, she found the boss of her father who stood in front of a mall, gazing at the downpour with a poker face. A truck passed between them, letting her get a glimpse of him once again. The way he was looking at the poor raindrops, it was clear to Delilah that he didn't like the season. Quite opposite to what she loved from the bottom of her heart. She was the lover of rain while he seemed Ben an enemy.

The rain was pouring, like it was punishing everyone in this place. “Rain...” she whispered. “Do you think rain makes everyone sad?”

She said as a rumbling roar of thunder shook the walls. “Too bad, you have to stay tied up; wait that is actually good for me. I could always get you up. Even though you are a complete asshole, you are a great lay.” Thunder sounded again even louder. “I do love a good storm. It gets the blood pumping.” Crystal said, as she stood stretching. The rain began to fall, as they could hear the drops hitting the window.

She ran outside the shed, jumping in the middle of the rain, and in a span of seconds, she was already wet as well. Sane stared at her with disbelief in his eyes, but when he saw that she was enjoying the rain, he couldn't help but smile as well as she stared at her. She was like a child, jumping into the puddles that were in there. She even spread her arms out, feeling the rain against her skin even more. Sane was afraid that she would catch a cold, but he couldn't find the heart to tell her to stop, and to get herself dried already because the girl looked genuinely happy. It was like it was her first time after a very long time to enjoy the rain, and to let every drop soak her skin.

But how come it feels so painful when she thinks about what he had said? She shook her thoughts away from her head. ‘Get a grip, Shia... the prince is right. Love only complicates things,’ she thought. Instead of mulling over on the pain in her heart, she tried to walk a little further up and decided to wait for Lady Khailis by the dirt road. It was a lovely morning. It rained a bit the night before, so the earth was wet and muddy. However, Shia liked the smell of rain the most. She knew how much the flowers and trees begged for its coming, especially in the summertime.