After The Rain Novels & Stories

Angel I'm walking on the pavement, tapping my feet against the ground so that it will make a splash. It's raining, and being my usual self, I forgot my umbrella at home. I'm returning home from the gym, and the rain is cooling off my body perfectly. I enjoy the rain. I take a deep breath and look at the sky. Raindrops gently hit my face, making me relax. After some minutes, I start walking back home because I notice that the rain is about to stop, and I am drenched. I don't want to get sick, so I quicken my pace until my house is in view. I run to my door then turn my head slightly to the left to see some boxes on my neighbours' porch. They just moved in, and I haven't even seen them once ex

"I did take the hint that we were going flying. I mean when you took off to the sky I felt the night breeze on my skin but when I opened my eyes. I panicked. I haven't been so far up in the sky. I was basically staring down at the earth. How could I not freak out?!" I sighed. It was my fault then. I hate feeling like this. Feeling stupid for attempting to make her feel better. Give her a good night of some sort. Cold shower. That always fixes everything. Instead of walking into the bathroom I shadowed myself into the bathroom ending up naked standing underneath the showerhead. I turned on the tap and cold water spewed from the showerhead hitting me like a million pins piercing my flesh. My p

Closing my eyes, the moment I touched the river water, I whispered to myself: “John , goodbye.”

At midnight, my phone buzzed. Clara: Everything’s ready. Two days from now, you vanish.

****** The rain followed Elara like a curse. It chased her across the city, drumming against the windshield in relentless waves, blurring the roads until everything around her looked like watercolor bleeding into darkness. She kept both hands on the wheel, knuckles white, heart pounding in rhythm with the storm. She didn’t stop driving until the entrance of the safe-house parking garage appeared An underground space beneath a modest apartment building in a quieter district. Nothing fancy. Nothing traceable to Damien. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. At least… for now.

“You left her in the fire. Alone. She got herself out. Don’t think for one second that didn’t leave marks.” “I know. Believe me, I know.” Another pause. Then Tasha sighed. “She volunteers Saturdays at Jefferson Park. Gives out meals. Talks to kids. Shows up, even when it’s raining.” That landed heavy. Meekey hadn’t even known her daughter liked the rain. “She always brings her friend Zoe,” Tasha continued. “They’ve been close for years. If you really want a shot at seeing her without breaking her heart again… talk to Zoe first.” “Thank you,” Meekey whispered.

As I returned to my hometown, gentle winds brushed my hair, the scent of grass and soil tickling my nose. I'd wandered far away from home in my early years, but time out there had made me wiser. Now, I understood that home was where I chose to stay. A storm had passed, and old leaves had fallen. When spring came, new shoots would sprout. I would be there, basking in the sunlight, while the scent of flowers fluttered in the air. Life was good.

He remained unconscious even now. Outside the window, the rain poured down noisily. Leaning against the couch, I merely changed the channel. After the rain passed, there would always be a brand-new beginning.

​The Rain of Memories ​Outside the ship, the silver pixels of the moon’s shell began to fall toward the surface of Sigma-9. They looked like a meteor shower of pure light. But as they hit the atmosphere, they didn't burn up. They turned into "Memory-Rain", a soft, glowing drizzle that carried the songs, the stories, and the secret dreams of the ancestors back to the people in the streets.