The Scent of Soil - IV
Sam walked out of the office, frowning at the gently falling rain. she wasn't a fan of bad weather, preferring dry, overcast skies. she took a cigarette from its box, and cupped it with her hand, lighting it as she paced quickly to the nearest shed.
Gryphon's Home
Blaze found himself falling into a half-doze, lulled by the sound of the falling rain.
Dark Mood
The sound of falling rain pattering against the ground. behind him, he could swear he heard something else, but it was faint enough that he could easily dismiss it amidst the outside clamor of precipitation.
Milotics River
For several more minutes there was only the sound of falling rain and milotic's mind was racing.
Chapter 3 - Thursday
"i love the sound of falling rain." "so do i," serath murmured, his words punctuated by a massive yawn. he reached out with an arm to lightly caress viv's hair. "goodnight, love. sleep well." "i'll try.
Cherubi's Story - Chapter Two
The sound of the falling rain continued just as loud as ever. thunder bellowed in the distance.
Ice and Wind
rain, let alone a rain of blows.
High School Days Ch 17: Lost Without You
Shane's distinctive voice filled the darkness and mixed with the sound of falling rain. "hey david." david felt his heart flutter at the sound of shane's voice over the phone.
Salacious Scent
The near hypnotic sound of falling rain mixed with memories' pleasant pastimes carried him to tarby's door without an interruption on the way.
Rainbow Dash's Best Prank Ever!
There was a slight sweetness to the falling rain, with just a hint of acidity; certainly a much stronger scent than rain water should have... try as she might, rarity couldn't quite place what it was she smelled. it was so familiar though...
Knock Knock (Ch. 12)
He spoke with a voice like the almost constant pattering of lightly falling rain, a lilting tenor that went well against khaesho's solid baritone. "shou... i'm serious... there isn't just a chance you could die. death is the most likely outcome.
Heated moonlight
The green and vibrant leaves of the aspen trees surrounding the secluded meadow where we lay whispered softly in the wind, sounding almost like falling rain, bringing with them a feeling of profound peacefulness, as if their quiet song was a lullaby