Under The Rain



The summer rain poured steadily over the quaint cobblestone alley, washing the scent of flowers and old stone into the air. Elena didn’t mind the downpour—she welcomed it. Laughing, she ran her hands through her soaked crimson hair, the cool water trailing down her skin like nature’s embrace. Her clothes clung tightly to her, transparent and teasing, but she didn’t care who saw. This was her moment—unfiltered, wild, and real.
After weeks of long work hours and routine, she had escaped to this charming old town for a break, and now, caught in the storm, it felt like the world had finally slowed down just for her. Somewhere behind her, the bell of a little café chimed as someone stepped out to watch. But Elena only smiled wider, turning her face to the sky, letting the rain baptize her into something freer—something fierce and unafraid.