Rain - Nathalie

Rain

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This is a poem I made during math class while it was raining. I casually just wrote on the same paper from ELA class.
Its really just about the beauty of rain, reflecting how i see the world.All Rights Reserved

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कुछ कहानियाँ सिर्फ किताबों में लिखी नहीं जाती, कुछ अफसाने तक़दीर भी बार-बार लिखने पर मजबूर हो जाती है... This is one such story. A meeting that was never a mere coincidence. A bond that surpasses the understanding of time and reason. Have you ever looked at a stranger and felt as though you've known them for lifetimes? As if some long-lost memory is lingering on the edges of your mind, just out of reach, beckoning you to remember? It is this very pull-this inexplicable force-that keeps bringing them closer, again and again. As if destiny itself is whispering that this time, the story will be completed. But whose story is it? Why does every path lead back to the same unanswered question, as though they are meant to solve a riddle of their own? "उनसे मिलने की ललक है, उनको छूने की तड़प है, उनके बारे में और क्या बोले, वो तो हमारे अस्तित्व के कसक है।" A secret buried beneath layers of time... A love that feels like it has transcended this lifetime... But destiny is never so simple. What if the past holds more than just love-what if it holds secrets that could change everything? Will this time, their story find its conclusion?

Poetry that i have written mainly since school started 2016-2017. i think it will end up being kind of a continuous story but in poetry about my life. i hope you enjoy it.

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

Poetry♠️♥️♣️♦️ (Please don't copy. All texts are written by me and belong to me.)

Two people. One bench. A thousand memories between them. What began as simple laughter and late-night calls turned into distance, silence, and unspoken words. They loved each other once - deeply, painfully - but life had other plans. Between miscommunication, loss, and time, they drifted apart... leaving only echoes of what they used to be. Years later, fate brings them back to the same place where everything began - the bench beneath the streetlight. Only this time, they're not the same people who once fell in love. She's learned to rebuild herself from the quiet, to find meaning through her writing and the ghosts of her past. He's learned to stop running, to sit with his emotions, and to rediscover the parts of himself he once gave away. What follows isn't a love story in the traditional sense - it's a story about understanding. About heartbreak that transforms instead of destroys. About growth that doesn't erase what came before but gives it purpose. Because sometimes, love doesn't vanish. It just changes shape. And sometimes, the most powerful conversations are the ones that never really end - they simply wait for you to come back.

On one rainy day, a lonesome Literary school student awoke from his sleep, and see's his Open PC which displayed a blank page on its screen. Seeing this reminded him of his stagnant, unfulfilling, and dull life. Even though he wants to write, he finds himself wasting his precious hours on playing games and watching videos on the internet. Hating himself for not only wasting his parents' money for the school tuition, but he also hates himself for all his wasted opportunities. He continues with his days of misery until one day, a friend of his invites him to go out and walk around the city. With nothing else to do he accepts his invite. Regret, fatigue, anxiety, and never-ending self-pity, all of these have haunted him in his past 2 years and hampered his progress, but in this short trip with his friend helps him take his first steps in combating and adjusting towards those uncomfortable feelings and rekindles a passion that he has long lost.

Some of my random poetry that associates on the struggles I've faced in my life! Everything you read is mine. Please don't steal or plagiarize. Thank You! *the photo in the cover is actually mine. I took it when I went to Paris over the summer! *References explicit language, read at your own risk. Don't read if any of the the subject matters scares you. For the author safety, please make sure you are fine with explicit language and descriptions of depression or sexual content. For it may involve within the book figuratively. Thank you!*

"I met her when the rain wouldn't stop, loved her when the world felt like a dream, and lost her somewhere in between" --- Ace, an abandoned child with strong heart and will, abruptly an overachiever yet success in life still plays hard to get.

Where the Storm Found Us ( Daniela Avanzini x FemReader) by Scker_4LatinasWHAH

The story opens with the storm. Daniela is trapped in it, soaked, trembling, and lost in panic. Her fear of rain isn't just about the car crash, though. There's another hidden truth tied to that night: someone was there when it happened. Someone she never forgot. You. Back then, you were just a kid too, standing by helplessly as the accident unfolded. You saw the wreck, saw the flashes of ambulance lights, saw Daniela being pulled away screaming for her parents. You never knew her name, but that memory has stayed buried in you for years, etched into the sound of rain. Unlike her, you grew to love it, because it made you feel close to that memory, close to the girl who survived. Now, years later, in the middle of a storm, you stumble upon her again without realizing it at first. The curly-haired girl curled into herself, shaking in the downpour, it's her. The very same girl from that night. When you approach, she doesn't recognize you. To her, you're just a stranger. But something about her face, her eyes, snaps you back to that rainy night long ago. The plot unfolds with this haunting question: what if the person you were destined to meet was someone whose pain you had already witnessed, without either of you knowing fate would pull you together again? As the story moves forward, you're torn between telling her the truth, that you were there the night her life shattered, or keeping it hidden so she doesn't see you as part of the trauma. The rain then becomes more than fear or comfort, it's the thread that's always tied you both together. ❗❗PAUSED❗❗

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कुछ कहानियाँ सिर्फ किताबों में लिखी नहीं जाती, कुछ अफसाने तक़दीर भी बार-बार लिखने पर मजबूर हो जाती है... This is one such story. A meeting that was never a mere coincidence. A bond that surpasses the understanding of time and reason. Have you ever looked at a stranger and felt as though you've known them for lifetimes? As if some long-lost memory is lingering on the edges of your mind, just out of reach, beckoning you to remember? It is this very pull-this inexplicable force-that keeps bringing them closer, again and again. As if destiny itself is whispering that this time, the story will be completed. But whose story is it? Why does every path lead back to the same unanswered question, as though they are meant to solve a riddle of their own? "उनसे मिलने की ललक है, उनको छूने की तड़प है, उनके बारे में और क्या बोले, वो तो हमारे अस्तित्व के कसक है।" A secret buried beneath layers of time... A love that feels like it has transcended this lifetime... But destiny is never so simple. What if the past holds more than just love-what if it holds secrets that could change everything? Will this time, their story find its conclusion?

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