Aesthetic Rainy Novels & Stories

I smiled at my thought. "Because it's like a warning; soon, we know it will rain, and maybe it's not good to be without the brightness of the stars, but the morning rain is rewarding. Rain shows us that no matter how long it takes, no matter how much the sun is heating everything around us, it will always bring the happiest, calmest, and most loving days. That's why I like to see the cloudy sky. OK, I'm deserving the trophy for sentimentality of the year."

Nessa replied. "May I have the poster, Ms. Nessa?" Rain asked. "Go ahead, take it. It's dirtying my walls anyway. I have to scold the promotion team for that. Please enjoy the banana split." Rain removed the poster from the wall and brought it to the table. "Uh, this is a very ugly poster," said Sky. "See, there are no colour, too plain and the writing is so squiggly it's hard to read." "You're right. That's why no one pays attention to it," Rain responded, agreeing to Sky's words.

Isabella - Rain. Not the kind that’s cold, harsh, or makes you miserable. No, this was a nice, pleasant summer rain—one of those gentle showers that make everything glisten and smell like freshly cut grass and wet pavement. Perfect weather for... whatever adults do after work. For me, it was just another day trying to survive Logan Sinclair.

Ashes and Rain The rain came softly. Not the storm of anger or judgment, but a gentle, forgiving drizzle that fell from the sky like a sigh of peace. It carried with it the scent of smoke and soil, of endings turned to beginnings. Every drop shimmered faintly, catching the red light of the Blood Moon until the whole valley seemed to glow from within. Lyra stood beneath the rain, her hair plastered against her skin, her eyes glimmering with tears she didn’t bother to hide.

Her words trembled like the rain sliding down her cheeks. Aiden exhaled heavily, his chest rising and falling. He nodded slowly. His eyes lingered on her face — the way her wet lashes fluttered, her emerald eyes glistening with fear and defiance, her hair clinging to her skin, her lips a soft trembling pink. She looked ethereal. A goddess caught in a storm. And for a fleeting moment, he wanted to kiss her. To taste the rain off her lips. But he swallowed that thought, hard, forcing the heat down his throat.

, I was singing along to Carbonated water by Ski Mask The Slump God. Grayson was bopping to it and went crazy when I switched out the line about Brian Ulracher for his name. His vibe and mood had changed which was promising to be a good night. I was also hoping that because I wasn't wearing a skirt or a dress tonight, I wouldn't be hit on as much because that shit annoyed Grayson, not that I could help it. We arrived tipped the driver and walked in. It was one of McQueen's places.

The drizzling rain painted the sky in a beautiful car and created a beautiful atmosphere that even she couldn't escape from its beauty. According to her, in beautiful weather like that, it's worth drenching and she came out of the shed and started enjoying the rain. But her enjoyment didn't last long as the rain slowly started to vanish, making her frown and she decided it was enough drenching to get sick and moreover, it won't be good if she gets drenched more than that, otherwise who would take care of her sick body. It didn't even pass a day before she left her home to move to New York City for her studies.

"Neither. You are someone who chose to share the same room and same bed as me because you want to get closer to me. I don't need a reason to be nice to you, Rain. I think you are a sweet girl." Florainne's eyes went round and she immediately avoided Brieanna's gaze. "You called me Rain," she whispers. "Rain makes people lonely than they already are." "Does it? Because I like the rain," she utters, making Florainne gaze at her again. "It is refreshing. It brings a clean scent and I feel at ease when the rain starts tapping on my window pane." "I never thought of it that way." "So then, can I call you Rain?"

It was not a sunny day, I was betting that clouds as dark as smoke would soak us mercilessly. “It will rain,” he also noticed, half-smiling, “I like the rain.” "Because?" “I'm starting to think that's the only thing you know how to say.” I shut up embarrassed and taste my ice cream. Blackberry, citrus and fruity Dark, bitter, sour and sweet chocolate. Bitter and sweet. Sublime duo. "It's relaxing. The rain” she clarifies with her face to the sky, “Its sounds and its smell are unique.” “The smell of wet earth is welcoming.”

“Complicated. Conflicted. Probably something like lemon meringue, but with a twist. Maybe jalapeño.” “What?” Jesse made a face. “That’s not a twist, that’s a crime.” “Art is pain,” Rain said solemnly. I grinned. “What about me?” Rain tilted his head at me, his expression softening. “You’d be… peach and lavender. Sweet, but stronger than it looks. Like summer after a storm.” There was a pause. “Okay,” Jesse muttered, looking away. “That one was actually kind of nice.” “Ugh, don’t encourage him,” Colby groaned.