After The Rain Novels & Stories

“I can’t live without you.” I turned away, forcing my heartbeat to steady. “If you keep coming near me,” I said quietly, “you’ll never see me again. Not even as a memory.” He didn’t answer. He just stood there, crying silently, like the weight of his sins had finally crushed him. The next night, I came home late from work. The elevator doors opened, and I smelled food—warm, rich, familiar. For a second, I thought Clara was cooking. But when I walked into the apartment, Luca stepped out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a tray.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

Nevertheless, she continues walking, undeterred by the impending rain. Once Audrey arrives on her street, the first drops of rain fall gently upon her. The moisture quickly intensifies, transforming into a heavy downpour. The sky opens up, releasing its pent-up emotions in the form of raindrops. Instead of seeking shelter, Audrey pauses, a defiant spirit rising within her. She places her bag to the side and lets the rain cascade over her, soaking her clothes and drenching her to the core.

The rain had just ceased, leaving behind a symphony of glistening droplets on every surface. The world outside the window had transformed into a watercolor painting, where hues of green and brown melded seamlessly with the gray clouds still lingering in the sky. It was a scene that captured the essence of a monsoon morning—refreshing, rejuvenating, and utterly captivating.

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.

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

The name of the restaurant was ``Grill to Chill,” decorated with bright light and hanging at the top of the shop. Nicolas led Daisy to a table at the corner of the restaurant from where the road was visible. A raw drizzling rain started to clean the road in front of them, wetting the passerby who was not ready to welcome it with an umbrella. The waiter followed us. Nicolas was ordering when Daisy's eyes were fixed on the road, seeing the rain. The rainy season was her all-time favourite. So rain always used to influence her mood badly. Interrupting her reverie, Nicolas asked, looking at her quizzically, “Daisy, do you want anything more?”

A kiss goodbye. The rain had finally stopped, giving way to a bright sky. The dark clouds had finally faded away, revealing the mesmerizing colors of the rainbow, painting the blue sky. There's beauty after the storm. There's light after the darkness. And just how the weather brightened up, Justine and Ray were finally able to smile.1 The kind of smile that reached their eyes. --------

I woke up to warm sunlight shining into my room window. Dragging my feet to the window I am about to close the curtains when I take a peep out, and there in all its glory is a beautiful rainbow shining underneath the clouds. An old saying comes to mind: “After the storm , come the rainbows .” ~ Unknown

Xander said the moment we returned, staring at me as if he could see right through me. "Well, you'd better comfort me, then." I hooked my finger on his tie. "After all, we're still young, right?" Xander's ears turned red again as he hummed in agreement under my gaze. I then tackled him and kissed his face all over. … Five years later, the system told me that Elijah's world had finally collapsed. At the time, I was holding my daughter, Maya Fuller, and teaching her to paint when I heard the news. I paused for a moment to remember before the memories came back to me.