What If Your Blessings Come Through Raindrops Novels & Stories

It’s been exactly one week since I have last saw him. It has been one whole long week since I had the pleasure to lay my eyes on his perfect form and being ; one whole entire week of nothing but misery….and discovery. The tiny crystal drops gently fall onto my head , sinking down below finding my scalp. I feel as it tinkles down my scalp , leaving a trail of cold kisses – making me shiver from it gentle yet affective feel. Raising my face to the high heavens , I feel the rain showering my face. This feels good….

I suggested of going back to the room when I realized he is injured, and this rain is not good for his wounds. I looked for his confirmation but he was so involved looking at those little birds having their food. He finally seems interested in cute little things. Probably he recognised me staring at him, moving his eyes he quickly affirmed. "Yes, let us go" Revolving, dancing in the rain, swirling, realising the joy of pure little chilled drops of rain, cleansing the soul, uplifting the mood, it was too cold. Winters rain, causes havoc, he was right it was not a good choice to bathe in it. I was feeling chilly.

And she won't let Sophia ruin that peace. Her eyes is closed until something wet touches her skin. She opened her eyes and looked up to the sky. The sky becomes darker when the moon hide behind the heavy clouds. She stretched her hand and catch a raindrop. The raindrops started to slowly fall and she had no intention of taking a step inside of the house, instead she put the glass that she is holding on the table then she closed her eyes. The raindrops cascading from the sky makes a distinct sound as it touches the ground. Every drop is kissing her skin; it is cold, and somehow feels like it is mending her soul.

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

he whispered against my lips, and I felt his devotion and protection radiate from him. "I love you too," I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper. We shared a moment of pure love, and it felt like the stormy skies above were reflecting the journey we had both endured. Hand in hand, Maximus led me out of the cabin and into the rain that was still falling. The others had followed us, and their cheers and smiles filled my heart. The rain no longer felt like a burden; it was a symbol of renewal and hope. Walking through the rain, I felt Maximus's support as my tired body struggled to keep up. Together, we embraced the cleansing power of the rain, washing away the fear and darkness that had

Deep down I was proud of him . But I am never going to say it to his face . I was sitting on the balcony just every other day. Dad and Saad went somewhere where the sky suddenly became overtaken by clouds and the rain came pouring down. Seized by spontaneous inspiration, with the bright mine on my face I ran upstairs in the terrace just as I was about to step in the water something kind of cool happened. The rain that had been pouring down suddenly calmed and only light sprinkles fell. Determined to see my plan through, I looked up to the heavens. “Let it pour down, Allah subhana wa ta'ala,” I whispered with hope in my heart. The minute the words left my mouth (literally!), the sky suddenly

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.

When they are at school. Alec for Bella was like rain that poured dryness in her heart. Just like rain during a long dry season. Brings coolness and gives a feeling of calm when raindrops hit the body. She is feeling blessed. Rain gives water to life but she can't repay the kindness of rain. She couldn't give water, life, or anything that she wanted to give to the rain to repay his kindness. That's what Alec looks like to Bella.

I found myself thinking about supper and writing a diary to share the details of my days without him later. A cool drop landed on my face, then another, halting me in my tracks. I looked up just as the sky opened, soft droplets falling onto my hair, my sleeves, and my long skirt. The fabric darkened, clinging to me, but I didn't step back. Instead, I laughed under my breath and stretched my hands outwards, my palms up, welcoming the rain. “Rain is a sign of blessing.” I murmured to myself, closing my eyes. “The moon goddess must be in a very good mood today.”

That’s the last thing she says before leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sigh, heading on the balcony. A little bit of freedom at least, I think. I watch the sky above me, turning slightly grey. It’s about to rain. Good. I love rain. It’s one of the little things that makes me happy. It’s natural. And not man-made. Humans can’t alter rain. They can’t ruin it. And that’s enough to make it precious. More precious than anything. It makes it real. I allow myself a smile when I feel the first drop of water touch my skin, not making a move to wipe it off. I stand there, leaning on the railing and close my eyes.