Novel & Cerita The Gift Of Rain

And before she could answer my stupid question, I knelt before her and held her shoulders to face me, “That is not true! Never believe that! All gifts are a blessing, and yours are to! Every gift is given by the moon goddess herself, and the only one that can make it a bad thing is you. If you decide to use it for evil, the gift will be evil. But that’s not just one simple act, it is a lifestyle, active choices to do harm and inflict pain on to others for your own personally gain or pleasure. But you, Ophelia is good! You are a gift all on your own, and on top of that blessed with an incredible unique gift! “

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past.

I tried to think of the ugliest things I could imagine. Then, as if on cue, Ralph stirred. Something had woken Cael. “Go check on him now,” I heard. “What’s wrong, Ralph?” I dashed out, my bed was empty. Heart hammering, I rushed for the door. That’s when I saw it: the plant Mum had cared for so long, now blooming. And the rain… pouring down in torrents. Rain. After twenty years of drought, rain. Could it be? The prophecy: “Flowers will bloom, the rain will fall at the wake of the chosen. The earth will be fertilized…”

"What's truly a shame is that such a wonderful man ended up with such a terrible wife. If you ask me, Edwin belongs with Esme. They're the perfect match." Esme blushed, nudging Mom shyly before sneaking a glance at Edwin. He lowered his head and sipped his wine. He neither refuted nor agreed. But his answer came during the gift exchange. He presented Esme with a ruby necklace. It wasn't just any necklace. It was his late mother's heirloom. He had told me about it, promising that he would personally place it around my neck on our fifth wedding anniversary. Now, he was placing it around Esme's neck. I watched without a trace of emotion, my heart completely hollow.

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.

Payton thought Rain’s family background was nothing compared to Zara’s family background. Payton reached out his hand and asked, “Where is my gift?” Rain looked at her husband and asked, “Didn’t you look down on my gift and toss it aside like trash?” Payton looked at his wife with a confused expression and asked, “When did you give me a gift, Rain?” Rain didn’t want to waste her time with her husband. Then she walked to the closet. She took the gift bag and handed it to her husband. Payton snatched the gift bag from his wife’s hands and opened it. He was greeted by a high-quality shirt. The material was soft and luxurious.

Writer's POV As everyone looked up, it started raining. However, this rain was different. The rain drops were like a soothing balm. A healing ointment. As everyone got drenched, all their wounds were healed completely. Even Tina and Carla. In as much as she would not want to admit it, Tina was in awe of Summer. She thought that she would live as a scarred and ugly wench. Her heart of stone softened. Only her pride stopped her from expressing her gratitude.

she said, as if it was no big deal for her to step over and hand him the soap bottle without her eyes drifting below the river’s surface. Staying low herself, just in case he accidentally turned around, Rain took a deep breath and faced him. He was about ten yards away from her, his hand out behind him. Thoughts of what she could do instead of handing him the soap came to mind, and she had to pause to clear her thoughts. Never in her wildest imagination would she have ever conceded she might miss IW, and she wasn’t really missing it now. She was missing him. Even though his strong hands had been bound to the seat every time they’d been together, she’d held his hand in hers enough times since

Sherryl Rain stood in the rain, her eyelashes dripping with the water that slid from her wet hair to her forehead, then down to her eyes. If she hadn't been sure before, now there was no doubt: the man who had bought her off the black market was a devil. Dallion was cold and evil, with no trace of humanity in his soul. It wasn't just the darkness that surrounded them—the rain blurred her vision, making it hard to tell weeds from plants. When she crouched down, pulling out weeds by mistake, she realized she had also yanked out some of the good plants, which Dallion had already planned to punish her for further.

"Alright, everyone, take your position just like your sitting arrangement in Class. The teacher nodded at the students and continued, "Today, we will be painting the Gift of nature. I want to see what you can create with your imagination." He instructed and stood straight to look at the students. He further looked at them, before dropping the announcement. "The most outstanding painting will stand a chance to participate in the auction for the school's fundraiser. And also, have a chance of competing in the National Artist Talent show." An uproar occurred in the crowd, as the students rippled with excitement.