#rain tunder

[udaykiran514]

Relaxing Rain & Thunder Sounds for Sleep | Calming Nature Sounds 🌧️⚡ #Ra...

[dinozenkaiju]

I have been thinking how much Bucky reminds me of a short summer rain storm. Wild and strong, tunder and lightning, flooding waters and starting fires. But after everything the sun shines again like nothing happened and there is a rainbow in the blue sky.

He is a force of nature a really interesting character.

[elvendara]

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 1

@mysme-fictober

Michael's edition

1 October 2023—GHOST

He wrinkled his nose as the wine touched his lips. Warm. Had he really been sitting here long enough for it to no longer be cool. With a sigh he set the glass down and rubbed at his temples. Standing he stretched his long legs and ran a long-fingered hand through his short dark hair. A glance towards the glass with storm grey eyes had him rethinking picking it up. With a sigh he did and swallowed what remained. No sense letting it go to waste.

Making his way to the kitchen he had to slow down, feeling the effects of the alcohol finally. Outside his home it thundered, the rain tattooing a discordant melody all around him. He stopped midway, eyes on the floor, grazing his stockinged feet. Slowly and with great hesitation, his eyes made their way to the portrait hung prominently on the wall. His normally vibrant eyes darkened as tears welled up. Pain struck him in the chest with the deafening beating of his heart.

There he stood, behind his late wife Lillie and their son. The boy was no more than six in the portrait, he was now a young man in his prime, away at University. He had taken after his wife in features and coloring. His auburn hair being the envy of many. It was often difficult to look at his son, seeing his wife’s eyes reflected back at him. In the last year they had seen each other only twice. At the funeral, and for Christmas. The boy had a life of his own after all. Jumin was happy for him, but he also thought that the reason he didn’t see him more was because it was too hard for him to see his father so sad.

An unbelievable amount of people thought a year was long enough to grieve, so now he spent much of his time alone with his own thoughts. He finally let himself gaze upon his wife. Certainly, since the portrait was taken, she had thickened around the middle, etched some fine lines around her face, even grown a few grey hairs, just as he had. But she had always been beautiful in his eyes. Her honey brown eyes stared back at him, that kind and benevolent smile radiant on her face. He remembered what it felt like to run his fingers through her thick hair, and the smell of her shampoo. She rarely wore perfume, but the smell of her hair lingered on the pillow, the sheets, her clothing, and in the air if she had recently been there.

His body broke into shuddering cries as the thunder and lighting continued to roar. It was as if the world grieved with him. The wind howling and destructive as if his insides tore through the countryside. He dropped to his knees, the glass shattering on the wood floor.

“Jumin.” The whisper carried in the wind, fluttering and disjointed. “J…u…m…i…n…” the elongated syllables hung in the air, surrounding his broken body.

He blinked and startled as the scent of Lillie’s hair wafted across his nose. Rising to his feet quickly he turned, unsure of what was happening. Had he finally lost his mind?

A loud clap of tunder sounded directly above his head as lightning flashed through the windows as if paparazzi stood outside with flashing bulbs. It startled him and he wrapped his arms around his head, a soft whine escaping his mouth.

“Jumin…”

“Stop! Please! No!” he stammered, choking back more sobs.

“My love.” Lillie’s voice was soft and soothing. Just the way she sounded when she was about to scold him for something.

“L…Lillie?” he dropped his arms and turned towards the voice. In the hallway stood his wife. He knew she wasn’t really there, she was dead. Dead and gone, never to return. But there, there she was anyway, all he had to do was reach out and touch her. She looked healthy, not at all the emaciated thing she had become as the disease ate her from the inside out. He had wasted no money on finding someone, somewhere to help her. But cancer didn’t care about money.

She smiled at him and held her arms open. He stepped into those welcome arms, unaware of the glass pressing through his socks and into his skin. Blood trailed as he took several steps, but he was beyond physical pain. She wrapped her arms around him, and he buried his head into her soft bosom. He missed the feel of her. Her perspective on anything and everything. She was his rock, his sounding board, his conscience. He loved her and he missed her.

“My love, you have so much more life to live. Don’t shut yourself away like this.” She cooed into his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands.

“I miss you so much. How…how can I go on?” he sobbed.

“You must. I know you loved me, I felt it every single day. You know what it is to love and be loved. Those who care about you are worried. Our son is worried. You must be strong my love. Not only for you, but for me and everything I will now miss. You must be there for our son, for our grandchildren, if there will be any, for our friends and family. You have grieved alone too long. You need to start living, even if it hurts.”

“I…I can’t! I don’t want to! I want to be with you! Take me with you!” he pleaded.

“It’s not your time. Don’t let it run out like this. Live! Live my love! Live!” he voice was stern but kind as it faded into nothing, as did she.

“NO!” Jumin screamed and dropped to his hands and knees. “NO!” he slammed his fists into the floor with force. He collapsed as the storm continued to rage outside. Once his body was spent of tears he sighed and took several deep breaths.

Live? Could he? Without her at his side? He thought about her words, about how much time he still had to live, about his son and his future. Yes, life was for the living. He would hold onto that small straw.

[anxious-witch]

People picking up those OTP asks make my heart swell 🫶

I’m sliding in with Jance asks: 3, 7, 14, 27, 38

They really are so cute. And thank you for the ask

3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

Ohhh. Since I'd hc them as originally starting off as friends with benefits, probably starts off as hot and steamy but grows more soft and tender as they get closer and fall for one another?

But if I had to pick one, I guess hot and steamy since....my boi Jan is not very vanilla that's for sure lmal

7. Who is more sentimental?

I'd definitely say Nace! He looks like someone who'd take pictures on all their dates and have them in a separate album so he can be sentimental over them later. But also just in general. Jan doesn't always get it, but he is always there to support him

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

Introverted one for sure! I think they already go to plenty of parties with the band so they'd want to have more private dates. Although, if a right event comes around, I can totallysee them changing it up. But a night in, ordering takeout and cuddling with Ollie and Igor ehile watching a movie is probably their go to

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

I can't say guitar/bass can I? That would be cheating. Ummm. For Nace, I think nail polish would remind him of Jan? Especially black one that Jan uses. For Jan, I think vans shoes? Since Jan wears converse, I have this hc that he teased Nace about converse being cooler but now every time he sees someone wearing vans, he is immediately reminded of Nace

38. What was their most memorable date?

I think in Jan's attempt to be romantic one for a change, he decided to take Nace on his dream that, aka going hiking, then having a cute little lunch date. They probably brough Ollie along as well.

It started raining, they likely got soaked to the bone and poor Ollie got scared of the tunder. They likely had to give up and go home. Ended up ordering takeout and cuddling on the blanket because they were freezing after being soaked by the rain.

Nace still has a picture of them hiding under a tree before they realized the rain wasn't going to stop. It became a funny story once they recovered from the failed attempt

[saaraahka]

Omg surprise rain and tunder 🥰🥰🥰

[audio-relax]

Summer rain on leaves. Gentle rain and tunder sounds. (Light rain 10 hours)

[buffalony-official]

as promised, my attempts at making music that sounds ok-ish in roughly chronological order

i'll need to put them as youtube links because tumblr dosen't support audio files

songs are below, it's a pretty long post though

Mystic Valley

this was the first song i made. i didn't really search for a specific mood with this one, i just kind of made the music and saw where it took me. i started with the piano, and then slowly went back and added more parts like the viola and woodwinds. i also generally tried to keep it simplistic and limit the amount of parts in the song, but the chords just didn't sound right with three of one insturment playing them.

Mystic Valley (Storm Edition)

this one is just the normal version with some rain and tunder ambience added. i didn't even change any of the mixing or change the volume of the rain throughout the song

Flow State

you know what would be least expected after classical, that's right! ambient dnb! i originally planned for this to have a melody (and bass) but nothing sounded right and it sounded fine as just an ambient piece so i just went with that. because this isn't really drum and bass as there is no bass, i propose this genre be called drum and bass (like the fish)

I Was Hungry While Making This

i just couldn't come up with a name for this one, though it did take a while to make, and i did put quite a bit of effort into it. honestly the sound of this one and the jarring transitions were originaly a mistake, but i just leaned into them and made it part of the song

Through Rugged Breaths They Tell Us Of Our Ruin

this one was pretty simple tbh. i just had some piano chords that i detuned and a repeating bass line, then i just kept adding stuff that made it sound more creepy.

might do more later if i feel like it or if people really want me to, it was pretty fun.

[squidles-64]

(tunder~) Rain and Lighting

I wanted to try a weird angle I think I did pretty good, and yes this was another lazy line moment.

[chaosmultiverse]

Nip-nip-nips her brother-in-law. Not hard, of course, just enough to make sure she catches his attention. That's what's really important, of course, and especially on this topic.

"Salil, you merely have a cabin at Camp Rival Camp, correct? You... You would not be opposed to, perhaps, having a true place of your own? Someplace nice, which you can show off, and to truly claim as your own away from it all?"

Salil was a little alarmed at the nipping, tensing up until he saw it was Miranda, while he was still... Unsure what she was playing at, she probably won't openly attack him or the like, so it must have been communicative so he turned to her, paying attention.

He... Was rather stunned for a moment afyer hearing her out, why- Why would someone offer him that?

"I- I also have lodging with my father-" He quickly tried to explain with some... Haste, like he expected something bad to happen if he didn't blurt it out in time.

"But admittedly it isn't available right now, so I have been living in a camp cabin. I... I don't understand though why you are offering to get me a place of my own, I- There's people who need that more, I have places to rest my head, isn't that enough?"

Salil wasn't sure how to feel at the suggestion that... Perhaps he should have a space wholly his own, what he was given should be enough, he wasn't something that needed lots of comfort...

But that won't really stop Miranda would it? She seemed to want to pour good fortune over him like a tundering rain storm, it... Had him in egde to some degree, for when the shoe would drop, so there was some hesitantce to live in a space controlled by her because it was simply too good & kind to be true.

[rain-after-thunder]

there is something truely incredible about tunder and rain in the summer.

[raptorflower]

Blease it is wimbdy and raining i am afraid ob tunder bc i was amlost struck once i am not habby

[anytim3youwant]

i put on my silly little face creams and my silly little pajamas,,,,, then brush my hair with my silly little hairbrush and get into my silly little bed,,,,, and open some not silly Ao3 accounts to do some catch up reading!!!!!

[splitshire]

New stock video has been published on https://www.splitshire.com/storm-timelapse-4k/

[macca-is-art]

Tunders on the horizon and I feel at peace

[yellowtoothbrush]

going to sleep now!! did not revise for that exam!! instead, i present to you an incredibly shitty incredibly self-indulgent which marauder are you? uquiz where i base very little on canon because i don't remember it xx mwah have a blast!!

[rjshepherd]

I want to draw cms and some Jill X carlos but every time I look at my tablet my headache comes back ;+;