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About Prompt
- Prompt Type – Scene-by-Scene
- Prompt Platform – Google Veo
- Language – English
- Category – Video/Story
- Prompt Title – VEO 3 Prompt for Emotional Love Story – When the Rain Stopped
Prompt Details
🎬 Scene 1
The scene opens on an extreme close-up of a single raindrop tracing a slow, melancholic path down a large, cold windowpane. The world outside is a beautifully distorted watercolor painting of a city street, with the neon lights of distant traffic bleeding into abstract streaks of crimson and sapphire. The camera performs a micro-dolly pull-back, slowly revealing the soft, out-of-focus silhouette of MEERA, her forehead gently resting against the cool glass. Her reflection is faint, almost ghostly, a superimposed image of sorrow over the weeping city. The room behind her is cast in a deep, moody twilight, with the only illumination coming from the grey, ambient light filtering through the window. Dust motes dance lazily in the slivers of light, each one a tiny, suspended world. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken longing and quiet despair. Every element in the frame is intentionally softened, with a shallow depth of field that keeps Meera’s contemplative expression as the primary focus, while everything else melts into a dreamlike bokeh. The color palette is dominated by cool blues and muted greys, evoking a sense of emotional chill and isolation, a stark contrast to the warmth of her inner feelings that remain hidden. The texture of the condensation on the glass, the subtle imperfections, and the way light refracts through the water droplets are all hyper-realistic, creating a tactile sense of being present in her moment of quiet solitude. Her breath fogs a small patch on the window, momentarily obscuring her own reflection, a visual metaphor for her clouded thoughts and uncertainty about the future.
🎵 Tone: Melancholy
🎬 Scene 2
A stark contrast in environment, yet a mirrored emotion. We are now at street level, under the flickering fluorescent light of a desolate bus stop shelter. The rain is torrential here, a violent, percussive downpour that creates a curtain of water around the structure, isolating ARYAN within its small, graffiti-marked confines. The concrete ground is dark and slick with rain, reflecting the harsh, cold light from above in jagged patterns. Aryan stands hunched against the wind, his clothes soaked through, clinging to his frame. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and droplets of water drip from his chin like tears. He is staring down at his smartphone, the screen’s bright, artificial light illuminating his face with a ghostly glow, carving his pained expression out of the surrounding darkness. The phone screen displays a vibrant, happy photo of him and Meera, a cruel juxtaposition to his current reality. The camera is positioned low, looking up at him, emphasizing his sense of helplessness and the weight of the storm, both literal and metaphorical. Anamorphic lens flares streak horizontally across the frame as cars pass on the wet street, their headlights cutting through the deluge and briefly backlighting his silhouette. The world feels chaotic and hostile around him, the noise of the storm a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. The scene is shot with a high-contrast, noir-like sensibility, with deep shadows and sharp, cold highlights, making his solitude feel all the more profound and chilling.
🎵 Tone: Regretful
🎬 Scene 3
A sudden, jarring shift into a world of pure light and warmth. This is a dreamlike flashback, rendered in sun-drenched, overexposed visuals that feel ethereal and fleeting, like a fading memory. We are in a vast, verdant park in the peak of summer. The camera, handheld and fluid, swirls around Aryan and Meera. They are sitting on a checkered picnic blanket, bathed in the golden, syrupy light of a late afternoon sun. Lens flares bloom and wash over the frame, creating a soft, hazy glow that softens all edges. The air is visibly thick with pollen and light, captured in slow motion as Meera throws her head back in a silent, joyous laugh, her black hair fanning out like a halo. Aryan watches her, his face completely unguarded, filled with an expression of pure, unadulterated adoration. He reaches out and gently tucks a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. The world around them is a vibrant explosion of life: impossibly green grass, wildflowers in hues of yellow and purple, and the dappled light filtering through the leaves of a large oak tree. The scene is deliberately romanticized, a perfect moment frozen in time. The focus is soft, the colors are deeply saturated with an emphasis on golds, warm greens, and creamy whites. This is the ‘before,’ the memory they are both clinging to in their separate storms, a stark and painful contrast to their present reality.
🎵 Tone: Nostalgic / Joyful
🎬 Scene 4
We crash back into the present, into the quiet, blue-toned room with Meera. The transition is a gentle fade rather than a hard cut, as if waking from a dream. The camera is now tighter on Meera’s face, a profile shot against the window. A significant change has occurred: the relentless drumming of the rain has subsided to a soft, intermittent patter. A single, brilliant ray of sunlight pierces through a break in the heavy, grey clouds, cutting a sharp, golden diagonal across the room and illuminating the side of her face. It catches the moisture in her lashes, making them sparkle like tiny diamonds. The light also illuminates the millions of dust particles still hanging in the air, turning them into a glittering, magical nebula. Her expression shifts subtly. The deep sadness begins to recede, replaced by a flicker of surprise, then a dawning of hope. Her eyes, which were cast down, slowly lift to follow the sunbeam to its source. The focus shifts from her eye to the droplets on the window, now catching the new golden light, transforming from symbols of sorrow into glistening jewels. The world outside is no longer a grey blur but is slowly coming into focus, the colors of the buildings across the street becoming more defined. This is a turning point, the first sign that the emotional storm is passing.
🎵 Tone: Hopeful
🎬 Scene 5
We cut back to Aryan at the bus stop. The change is mirrored here. The torrential downpour has ceased, replaced by a fine, misty drizzle that hangs in the air like silver dust. The aggressive sounds of the storm have given way to the gentle, rhythmic dripping of water from the shelter’s roof. A soft, warm light—the same sunset glow that touched Meera’s room—now breaks through the clouds and bathes the wet street in a spectacular golden sheen. The puddles on the ground are no longer black voids but now act as perfect mirrors, reflecting the vibrant, painted colors of the post-storm sky—a mix of orange, pink, and gold. Aryan, who was hunched over his phone, feels the change. He slowly looks up, his face lifting from the artificial blue light of the screen into the natural, warm glow of the sun. The water dripping from his hair now catches the light, creating a crown of tiny, sparkling prisms. A look of revelation dawns on his face. The conflict in his eyes, the regret and helplessness, is replaced by a sudden, firm resolve. He clenches his jaw, turns off his phone with a decisive click, and shoves it into his pocket. His posture changes; he stands up straighter, his shoulders squaring. He is no longer waiting for the storm to pass; he is going to walk through it.
🎵 Tone: Determined
🎬 Scene 6
Back with Meera, who is now moved by the same impulse as Aryan. The scene is one of sensory awakening. She slides open the large window with a soft, woody groan. A gentle, cool breeze, carrying the clean, earthy scent of petrichor—the smell of rain on dry earth—wafts into the room, rustling the sheer white curtains. She closes her eyes and takes a deep, cleansing breath, a small, genuine smile gracing her lips for the first time. The camera is just outside the window, looking in at her, framing her against the now-brightening world. Her hair lifts softly in the breeze. The light is soft and diffused, wrapping around her and illuminating her features with an angelic glow. Outside the window, the world is reborn. The leaves on the trees are a vibrant, glossy green, heavy with clinging water droplets that sparkle like diamonds in the sunlight. The air is crystal clear. The camera executes a slow, subtle zoom towards her peaceful face, capturing the minute details: the slight flutter of her eyelids, the gentle curve of her smile. This is a moment of decision for her as well, a shedding of the indoor gloom and an embrace of the new, hopeful atmosphere. She has decided to step out, to meet the world after the rain.
🎵 Tone: Peaceful / Hopeful
🎬 Scene 7
This scene is all about movement and purpose. We are following Aryan from a low-angle tracking shot, just behind his feet. He is walking with a long, determined stride down a cobblestone street, now gleaming like polished obsidian after the rain. The setting sun is directly ahead, creating a long, dramatic shadow that stretches out behind him. The entire street is a canvas of breathtaking reflections. The puddles and wet stones mirror the fiery orange and deep purple sky, making it look as though he is walking on a shattered sunset. The camera is fast-paced, keeping up with his urgent steps. Droplets of water are kicked up by his shoes, catching the backlight and exploding into tiny, glittering sparks in slow motion. The dreamlike quality is heightened by the use of an anamorphic lens, which creates horizontal flares that streak across the screen whenever a light source hits it, and a beautiful, oval-shaped bokeh in the background. He is a man on a mission, his destination clear in his mind. The focus is entirely on his forward momentum; his face is not seen, only the powerful, unwavering movement of his legs and the determined set of his shoulders. The scene communicates his resolve and urgency without a single word, purely through visual storytelling and kinetic energy.
🎵 Tone: Urgent / Determined
🎬 Scene 8
The location shifts to the same park from the flashback, but it is now transformed by the rain. It is quiet and deserted, a world of glistening greens and earthy browns. Meera, now wearing a light trench coat over her sweater, walks slowly along a winding path. The air is misty, and the setting sun casts long, soft shadows through the trees. The camera is on a steadicam, gracefully floating alongside her. Water drips from the heavy leaves of the trees, each drop catching the golden light like a falling star. The atmosphere is serene and magical. Meera’s pace is not urgent like Aryan’s; it is thoughtful, searching. She looks around, taking in the renewed beauty of the world. Her gaze sweeps across a clearing, and she suddenly stops. Her eyes narrow slightly. In the distance, partially obscured by the mist and the glare of the setting sun, is a silhouette. A tall, masculine figure, standing still. The camera performs a snap zoom into her eyes, capturing the spark of recognition and the sudden intake of breath. The focus then racks to the distant figure, holding him there, tantalizingly out of focus, a mystery to be solved. The quiet peace of the scene is shattered by this moment of sudden, heart-stopping recognition.
🎵 Tone: Anticipatory / Tense
🎬 Scene 9
The moment of reunion, shot with intense intimacy and emotional weight. The scene opens with an extreme close-up, a macro shot of their hands. Aryan’s hand, strong and damp from the rain, reaches out. Meera’s hand, soft and pale, rises to meet his. Their fingers graze, sending a visible, almost electric shiver through her. The camera then tilts up slowly, tracing the line of their arms, past his dark grey sleeve and her beige coat, to finally reveal their faces. They are standing mere inches apart. The background is a complete blur of golden and green bokeh, isolating them in their own world. Their expressions are a complex storm of emotions: overwhelming relief, lingering sadness for the fight that separated them, and a profound, bone-deep love. A single tear escapes Meera’s eye and traces a path down her cheek, which Aryan gently catches with his thumb. Their eyes are locked, saying everything that words cannot. The camera circles them in a slow, 180-degree arc, capturing the raw emotion on both their faces. The lighting is perfect, a soft, golden rim light from the setting sun that outlines their hair and profiles, making them glow. This is the quiet, breathtaking moment after the storm, the silent acknowledgment of their journey back to one another.
🎵 Tone: Emotional / Romantic
🎬 Scene 10
The culmination of their journey, a final, cathartic release. Following the intense intimacy of the previous scene, Aryan pulls Meera into a deep, heartfelt embrace. Meera melts into him, burying her face in his shoulder, her hands clutching the back of his shirt. Aryan holds her tightly, his eyes closed, a look of profound peace on his face as he rests his chin on the top of her head. The camera, which was in close, now begins to pull back and ascend on a crane, moving up and away from the couple. As it pulls back, it reveals the full majesty of their surroundings. They are two small figures in the vast, beautiful park, now completely transformed by the setting sun. The sky above is a masterpiece of color—fiery oranges, soft pinks, and deep purples. The wet leaves and grass glitter and shine, and a light mist still hangs in the air, catching the last rays of light. They are silhouetted against this spectacular backdrop, a single, unified shape against the vastness of the world. The image is painterly and epic, a perfect visual representation of their love being the center of their world, a world that is now washed clean and filled with the promise of a new beginning. The dreamlike aesthetic is at its peak here, a perfect, romantic tableau that serves as the final, emotional punctuation mark to their story. The rain has stopped, and in its place is beauty and reunion.
🎵 Tone: Uplifting / Cathartic