Wind Rain And The Years Between Us Novels & Stories

The wind whipped through my hair, sending it flying like an untamed beast into the air. On the wind carried moisture and the promise of rain. Rain, it's honestly been a long time since I felt the cool droplets against my skin. Of course with rain came the haunting memories of battles from so long ago. I could feel the droplets run down my arms and face like never ending sheets. Running the loose dirt into my eyes as I gazed over the thousands of bodies that laid before me. A haunting graveyard of enemies and allies.

Ryan I look out the door of the shed to see that the dismal grey clouds filling the sky have finally begun to precipitate. A dreary rain taps out a muted, doleful rhythm on the roof of the shed. The wind blows a cold shiver through the trees. The weather matches my mood perfectly. Last week, I almost kissed Ana. For some reason, that's messing me up more than any kiss ever has.

She groaned as my lips massaged her. There was another roar of thunder and a major gust of wind blew the trees sideways in the backyard. A potted palm blew over, scaring the shit out of Babs, who then headed for cover under a lounge chair. The rain was coming down as hard as I could remember, hammering into my back like rubber bullets, but with Milda’s hard meat in my mouth, her strong fingers guiding my head into her grinding groin, and my cock long and stiff, I hardly noticed.

Our journey till now has always been beautiful, and I can't expect more than this from my life. I smiled while Ira squiled when rain started falling on us. She started laughing and twirling in the rain and my heart swelled Out Of Love for her. Till date our love and respect for Each Other has always increased by the time. Without taking much time I pulled her towards me and crashed my lips on hers. Holly heavens!! We both kissed each other slowly and passionately while pouring our love in that kiss for each other , as rain continued pouring on us. And thus.... we got

The past has a sick way of repeating itself over and over again. Fate seems so intent on breaking us apart. When I gave up, Alex fought for me. When he gave up, I fought for him. But this...this is bigger than us both. My gaze drifted back to the window when the rain hit it so harshly, it seemed it could ram a hole right through it. The trees outside seemed to be hanging by the edge, the wind so intent on ripping them apart from the ground. I walked closer and stood by the threshold as I looked outside and saw the world let his anger out, recklessly ruining everything in its wake.

Glimpses of umbrellas and buses and the distant flicker of a crosswalk signal. Everything moves, and everything changes. He stops at a red light. Rain dots the windshield again. Riley's mind drifts away. Amanda's past is like a drop of rain that has long since blended into his world; what will it take for him to separate this drop of rain alone? She has started forward but I stay put. He rolls up the window again. The rain begins as a whisper, a soft murmur against the glass, like nature sharing secrets in hushed tones.

I couldn’t risk it. Pushing the thought aside, I walked to the window. The glass pane was cool against my palm as I slid it open, inviting the night breeze into the room. The wind carried the promise of rain, its scent crisp and electric. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon, lightning illuminating their edges in fleeting bursts. The first low rumbles of thunder rolled in the distance, a sound that used to bring me comfort.

The wind rustled the paper calendar hanging on my wall and I glanced at the crossed off days. Six days left. I was so close to freedom. Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I walked over to the window and peered outside. The sky was steely gray and the clouds looked like they might bring a tornado. It was late spring and the weather this time of year was unpredictable.

But, I need something familiar right now. “Can you stop this shit right now? I’m drenched and not in the way I enjoy.” Ann waves her hands all around and I try to calm the inner storm in me and outside of me. I take steady deep breaths and the rain and wind seem to clear up on their own. Ann motions to pick me up off the ground and that one act of kindness makes me burst into tears. Fuck you Rain. Fuck You. “What happened? Where is Alpha Rain?” Ann brings me into her embrace deeper. But, there seems to be something off about her voice. The inflection is different. Weird.

Its rhythm was strange—the rain against the glass, soft yet unrelenting, like the heartbeat of a restless city mourning secrets it could never bury. Elena sat by the window in Damian’s mansion, her fingers tracing fogged lines on the cold pane, watching the garden drown beneath the downpour. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled, low and brooding, echoing the storm that refused to quiet inside her.