Novel & Cerita Sunday Morning Rain Is Falling Song

He hadn’t stopped humming yet, his Adam’s apple moved back and forth, synchronizing with the melody. Sophia’s eyes moved from Troy to the window behind him. ‘’It’s raining,’’ she suddenly looked more awake. ‘’You like rain?’’ Troy asked, stalling his humming. ‘’Mhmm. I like when it rains in the morning,’’ Sophia nodded curtly and leaned her head against his chest. ‘’Feels just right,’’ she mumbled. A smile spread over her lips when Troy’s hand rubbed circles around her t-shirt. Wait, t-shirt?

I JUST WANNA SHINE LIKE THE SUN WHEN IT COMES UP. RUN THE CITY FROM THE ROOFTOPS. CAUSE TODAY'S GONNA BE MY DAY... It was a fair weather in July. Gwyneth is sitting by the window nook in her room and quietly sipping on her morning coffee when her phone rang. Yes, it's that song by Fitz and The Tantrums. She just loved the lyrics from the first time she heard it and can't seem to get enough of it thus, she assigned it as her ring tone.

I nervously grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it as Ryker neared me but I realized that it was dead. Fuck no! This was a really bad time for my phone to die. Ryker finally reached me and stood in front of me, I ignored him and bobbed my head to an imaginary song playing in my head. "Hey, Grumps." I heard him say. Goosebumps rose on my skin. "You're toxic I'm slipping under, with the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic." I sang Toxic by Britney Spears.

I faced the laptop and operated on it. The next morning, I woke up to the bright morning of the day. It was a pleasant day. The chirping sound of the birds echo heavily everywhere. I rubbed my eyes with my palm. My eyes were heavy and my vision was blurry. My body was aching. Yesterday was really stressful and hard. My day was really bad. I lifted up from the bed and did a silent prayer. I climbed down from bed and put on flip flops. I pulled off the night pyjamas and dropped it in a clothes rack. I walked into the bathroom.

In the early morning, the hues of the world bloom anew as if each were a tiny flower reborn. She awoke to the steady patter of rain on her window, droplets yet to scatter the nascent rays of the rising sun. The sound brought a calmness to her refreshed mind, a soothing melody, a natural lullaby.

Wala siyang maramdaman kahit ano at maging ang paningin at ang pandinig niya ay unti unting lumalabo na rin. Napatingala siya sa langit kung saan patuloy na pumapatak ang ulan sa kaniyang mukha. Pinilit niyang iangat o igalaw ang kamay niya ngunit ni katiting eh wala siyang maramdaman kahit na isa. Ah, the rain is here and I'm sure that he'll be here any minute.. but I guess.. I won't be here anymore. Saka niya ipinikit ang mata niya ng dahan dahan.

Sal hums quietly, "can't do anything about it can we?" "This city sucks." Sal agrees. This so-called paradise, from what she's seen and experienced and this, is only the beginning, nowhere near good. Cerise decides to head back to the office, walking with a clear umbrella, droplets of rain decorating the plastic. The colorful leaves fall on the ground, dancing with the strong wind that came with the sky crying. Everything feels right at this moment, just serenity and nature. No people to intervene with her world, but then again, it has to end, she has responsibilities. She should apologize for leaving abruptly earlier. Cerise arrives at the building, swans and aurums remaining busy with thei

The other guys seems unbothered while doing their own business but Alaric becomes attentive at the moment and there is a wide smile being plastered on his face. “Spring didn’t know to wait, showed up not even a minute late.” “Streets erased of footprints, I lie here, fallen to the ground…” I tilted my head. The song sounds so familiar but I forgot where I heard it. Right now, the room feel a little heavy when those girls started to sing it—even Nicolette. “Time goes by on its own, without a single apology, yeah~” It looks like rain again today I’m soaked to the bone

Never figured it’d be this bad. Back in the kitchen, I pull out a couple packs of meat from the freezer so they’ll be ready for breakfast. Or at the rate she’s sleeping, lunch. No worries, it does me good to see her resting like that. I could use some shut-eye, in a minute I’m gonna slip back in there and join her. First I gotta tie up some loose ends. I pull out my burner phone and dial a memorized number. “Jay-sus, Alex, it’s before seven in the mornin’.” The chipper Irish accent has a murderous edge.

"Yes. It takes about 5-6 songs in my playlist." Vernon raised a brow, disbelieving. "It's true! Go on, play a song." So he did. The next thing I knew, DAY6's When You Love Someone is competing with the raindrops. We walked in growing silence, passing from one neighborhood to another, listening to Vernon's playlist, and eyes wandering but never meeting each other. At some point, we laughed together at the sound of a couple fighting, then the rain had gone cruel, and Vernon had pulled me closer to him while the umbrella was unequally extended to my shoulder. It was cold and I was worrying that he might be getting drenched, but for that night, I could not bring myself to speak.