Novel & Cerita The Gift Of Rain

It was a mist that rose into the air. Their forms became a soft, golden haze that lifted from the ground and drifted upward, towards the canopy of the Heartwood. As the mist touched the leaves, it condensed into a gentle, glowing rain that fell back down upon the entire Nexus. It was a rain of gratitude. A rain of completion. A rain of blessing. Where the drops fell, they didn't water plants. They deepened the peace. They brightened the light. They strengthened the connections between all things. The silence of the Nexus became richer, more profound, as if the universe itself was satisfied.

I kissed her with my entire being as she gave her weakness and emotions to me, kissing my lips back passionately. When we pulled away to catch our breath, I hugged her closer while she buried her head in my neck. We stayed silent, relishing each other presence while we listened to the sound of the continuous rain. After a moment, she spoke out softly, sending warmth through my skin. “For years, I thought that the rain was the last thing I felt from the world itself after the accident. So I started to hate it, resent it but after all my memories came back, I realized that it was the first thing I felt in my entire life. And I am thankful now that even in a slightest moment, I experienced the

As an exploration geologist, I'm caught in a landslide during a mission, and one of my arms is crushed. Before we set out, our exploration team has accurately predicted the weather. There's no chance of heavy rain that day. It isn't until I overhear my wife, Diana Nelson, talking to a doctor friend that I learn the truth. "Diana, you knew Adam was going out on a mission that day, yet you spent a fortune on creating cloud seeding just to get him injured and eventually cost him an arm. You really went too far for Flynn." Diana frowns. "Who told him to care so much about that exploration project? The only way the project can go to Flynn is if Adam gets disabled. "Otherwise, Flynn will be s

The night Helen Kerr's first love proposes, I stand on the 33rd-floor terrace, holding my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis. Through the glass, I watch the man drop to one knee. They exchange rings, and she slides the ring meant for me onto his finger. I stay hidden outside in the excruciating pain, refusing to ruin their moment. Then Helen spots me. There is no panic or guilt, just pure disgust in her eyes. She sneers, gestures toward the ledge, and mouths through the window, "Jump, if you're gonna jump. Stop acting just to ruin my night. If you actually die, maybe I'll believe you." Right then, the last flicker of life in me goes dark. I look at the woman I've loved for a decade and

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.

My throat felt better, with the send Watching the gentle downpour, each raindrop felt like a refreshing caress. The rhythmic pitter-patter created a soothing melody, and as I closed my eyes, the cool droplets fanned my face because of a light breeze. The earthy scent of wet soil filled the air, and at that moment, I embraced the joy of being blessed by the rain. I remained as if the little water was doing me some good. The sound of the rain was like a sort of ASMR.

Rain began to fall over Positano—not a gentle Mediterranean shower, but a torrent, a deluge, the heavens emptying themselves as if in mimicry of my body's rebellion. I opened the window. I let the rain in. It fell on the workbench, on the velvet, on the dust of the shattered vessel, turning the porcelain ash into a paste, into a mortar, into the mud from which I would build whatever came next. I placed my hand on my abdomen, still flat, still secretive. You will not have him, I whispered to the ghost in the photograph. And he will not have you. I will see to it that you both inherit nothing but the rain.

“Maisie, she put so much thought into that gift! How heartless can you be to ignore her like that?” “I seriously misjudged you. In that case, we won’t give you any gifts either.” Left with no choice, I said I appreciated both the gift and her intentions, but I was already wearing a necklace. Zoe’s eyes reddened. “The one I'm giving you is more expensive than that. Doesn’t it deserve a place around your neck?” Just then, Miles Gray's rough voice came from downstairs. “Maisie! C-Come down!” It was my brother.

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.

Going to the beach once every two months. “How did you...” she was speechless. “It was a last minute plan. I have a friend here, and he has things ready for us.” She hated the fact she judged him wrongly, all he wanted was to make the night perfect. As they entered into the beach, her gaze went to the sky. Stars filled it like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. It was a vastness to bring humbleness and an eternal space to bring gratitude for the coziness of home. No matter the years that passed, Raven saw each night sky as a fresh gift given anew. It was the moment anyone that knew her would see her eye