Novel & Cerita Sleep Rain

She had so much on her mind that she felt like her head was getting heavy. She could no longer stand anymore. She slides down the wall...reclining her back against it. She flinched when she heard the sound of thunder and soon she felt water drops falling on her. It was raining...why is it raining so suddenly? Is the sky crying too? Is...Is Igneel crying too? She didn't see him shed a tear when he was getting beaten up. "As if...he was u-used to it," Leah sobbed and wiped the tears away from her eyes but they soon got mixed by the raindrops as soon as she looked up at the sky. Letting the rain pour on her face, drenching her whole.

I woke up to the sound of rain. Not loud, not violent—just steady, rhythmic droplets tapping against the window, the roof, the leaves outside. The kind of rain that doesn’t disturb, but soothes. The air felt cooler, softer. A gentle breeze slipped through the slightly open window, brushing against my face, making me pull the blanket closer around myself. For a moment, I didn’t want to wake up. I lay there, eyes half-closed, listening. The rain had its own music. A melody without instruments, yet fuller than any song. It wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into comfort, making my body heavy and unwilling to move.

The next morning they sat out at dawn, and they rode till sunset, the following day the same happened once more. Today Caspian could see that rainfall would catch up to them, and they pulled into the first inn that they had found just in time. The rain was relentless, and it poured heavily, “We came into the shelter just in time, do you fancy the rain?” Rurina asked him. “Rainy days are often somber unless they are spent with one that you want to be with.” “Well, then I do fancy today,” Rurina replied happily. “I’m glad that you, how were rainy days for you?”

*Ryatt* I tap my pen against my thigh as I lean back in my desk chair. The view beyond the windows in my office is blurred by a gray haze of drizzling rain. It’s late winter, dawning on spring, which means it’s the rainy season in Veiled Valley. Every morning the sun shines and gives a false sense of warmer weather before the clouds roll in off the mountains–heavy and dark–and rattle the entire valley with storms. Ella doesn’t seem to mind the rain. She likes the thunder and lightning, from what I’ve gathered. The weeks we’ve spent in Veiled Valley have been slow and relatively easy now that we’ve come to some kind of an agreement about the nature of our relationship.

_____________________________________________________________________ Rainy day Pronunciation /ˌreɪnɪ ˈdeɪ/ NOUN 1. A day characterized or dominated by rainfall; (Meteorology) = rain day . 2. figurative A possible future time of hardship or relative poverty. Frequently in "for (also against) a rainy day". ________________________________________________________________________ 6 / 11 / 2021

I do not understand it but I feel it in every nerve. Is that rain? The question floats through the haze. Rain can't be falling in this hot closed cell. I need to go out. It will cool my heat. I love rain. Kira loves rain too. The thought of cool drops on my skin makes me want to sob. But I cannot move. The cell is locked from the outside. How come I can perceive rain?I can't hear anything on the roof. It is not real. It cannot be. Yet the scent wraps around my nostrils anyway.

The sensation of the rain on her face was both soothing and cleansing, providing a momentary respite from her emotional turmoil. She remained knelt and seated on the ground, her body trembling with sobs. The dizziness that had plagued her earlier had not subsided, making it difficult to stand. As the rain continued to pour, she was surprised to discover that she was no longer getting wet. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred by tears, and saw that a large umbrella was being held over her. The rain, which had been more relentless, now seemed to be falling around her, leaving her dry and protected.

I say right before I disconnect the call, turn off the device, and put it into my back pocket. For this I need to be alone. … MONDAY MORNING BEGINS WITH RAIN, a slight drizzle that becomes a quick downpour as the day progresses. It's a day of mourning. No one officially died, but it feels as if I've lost everything important in my life. I sit on my bed and watch the raindrops as they slide down the window over the darkening sky outside.

Making the glass blurry. Sameer parks his car on the side and both waits for the rain to stop. The rainy season is also called the season of love. Both together in the car. Empty road. And a romantic atmosphere. "Let us get wet in the Rain and get drenched in Love."