She Loves The Rain Novels & Stories

Could it have happened on a rainy day? He couldn’t let her continue standing like this. He felt so bad. He had to do something, he had to say something. “It’s just rain, it’s just rainy, it’s just the rain.” He murmured. She shakily looked up at him. “I like the rain. I feel it washes away the dirt, it washes away what we would like to forget and leave the soul as clean as a new day.” He swallowed as he brought her hand to his shoulder.

From inside their home, one could hear the calming and melancholic sound of raindrops. In the past, rain used to evoke fear in Keisha. But with Colten's help and love, the fear was slowly replaced with joyful memories amidst the rain. She had many bad experiences with the rain, moments that caused her intense fear, especially when she miscarried while it was raining. She even remembered how she tormented herself in the rain, allowing herself to drown in sadness while the raindrops poured on her skin.

She loved the rain, loved the drops of water coming from the sky, loved the feeling of the rain falling on her body, and the numbing cold when her whole body was drenched with rain. All that strange love was formed from a childhood of so many hardships that lasted for twenty years. Her fragile hand raised in the air to catch some of the falling water, causing it to splash into tiny rays that flew straight into her face, and then she smiled to herself. She didn't know that this image had caught the eye of the pianist who was standing just an iron railing from her because he and she both reached out to play in the rain. When she felt that she had played enough and wanted to go back to the room

To be honest, she herself has forgotten what it was, only the feeling, maybe she can describe. "The rain, it's like being under the rain," she told them. "You have been under the rain?" Both the elf and the Indian asked in unison and they looked at each other, frowning. "Yes!" she answers, brow drawn together. "Haven't the both of you?" "As I said, I'm only in my hut." "And we don't celebrate the rain. It's bad omen." But for Amorivia, the rain was always great. And then a memory she recalls. She was staring right outside a window, the rain was pouring hard and it felt really cold. Everyone was noisy but the rain was blocking their noise.

she looks at my exasperated “Come on, we can stand under that awning” We rush to the shelter; I try my best to shield her from the down pour. We huddled together as the rain falls downs almost peacefully around us. “You know; I love the sound of rain” she says “it soothes me” I can’t help but smile seeing the huge grin her face. “Andrea! Your clothes! they are completely soaked.” “What! Oh that’s fine!” “You are shivering, you might catch a cold.” I was cold, but I am trying so hard not to show it. She noticed anyway

Her tired yet sad eyes stared at them remembering those memories which never left her mind. "My God princess stop. You know I don't like rain." The guy said glaring at her playfully as she held him on the spot making the rain showered over him as well. She giggled before playfully splashing few drops on his face. "But I love rain and you have to love it too for me today." Without another word, he smiled at her shaking his head before loving the moment without showing his disliking towards the water dripping over him. Her eyes snapped open hearing a thunderstorm. She looked out and sighed in relief watching the bus paused at her stop.

she asked. Dark charcoal clouds had rolled across the sky, smothering the moon with their thick mask. The large droplets landing on the ledge now chinked against the glass, and the light breeze sent spinning fleets of leaves into the air. “Maybe,” I said. “I love storms,” she said, leaning her elbows on the windowsill. “You do?” She gazed at the rain, her fingers following the droplets as they branched and diverged on the window. “It’s nature’s way,” she said, “The sky can’t always be the same. Storms have to come, but they don’t stay forever. And in the morning, when the clouds go away and the sun comes back, she looks even brighter than before.”

The man watched her opened her mouth and letting the raindrops fall in it. ‘She must be too sick that she could only think of drinking the rainwater,’ Zev thought. He stood there under the rain, soaked while letting her take her time. “Do you like it? The rain?” The young lady blinked her eyes. “Rain?” Her face showed curiosity like those in innocent children’s eyes. “Hmm… it’s beautiful. Like a blessing from above, these water droplets meant to fall from the sky to quench the thirst of those who suffered,” she whispered.

The truth it, she didn’t know how to react, and the rolling of her eyes, was the one thing that would get her out of whatever situation she was in. I could also tell that her heels were more than a fashion statement. He could see joy in her face when she walked, the noise her shoes caused was sure to bring all eyes to her. You could also tell she liked being just a bit taller than everyone else. She liked to look down on them, or she liked the fact that they had to look up to her. Either way, her heels were like her throne. Her house at the top of the hill overlooking the city, was like her kingdom. I’d also agree that she is tough, but underneath all that, was a woman. Just a woman. And tha

She took my breaths away. She spread out her hands in the rain. Feeling each and every droplet on her skin. Her eyes were closed, feeling the rain, her long eyelashes were drenched. When she flickered it, the droplets sprinkled a little on her cheeks. Some droplets made their way towards her ears & hung on her ear nibs slowly, like the pearl ear rings. The rain was continuously pouring the love on her & she let her whole body get drenched in that love. I felt my heart beats thumping loudly. Some droplets made their way from her nose to the lips. Her lips shined in pink when the pearl droplets kissed them. When she smiled widely, some droplets stayed in her dimples for a while.She kept drench