After The Rain Novels & Stories

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. --------

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.

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

The sensation of the rain on her face was both soothing and cleansing, providing a momentary respite from her emotional turmoil. She remained knelt and seated on the ground, her body trembling with sobs. The dizziness that had plagued her earlier had not subsided, making it difficult to stand. As the rain continued to pour, she was surprised to discover that she was no longer getting wet. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred by tears, and saw that a large umbrella was being held over her. The rain, which had been more relentless, now seemed to be falling around her, leaving her dry and protected.

Third-person POV "Lena!" Emily's voice came through gritted teeth, her hands clenched into fists. "What are you doing here?!" Lena Parker had always been Emily's rival. Ever since college, Lena was always one step ahead of her—better grades, better opportunities, always winning. Emily had barely managed to wait her out until Lena went abroad. So why was she back now? Lena shot Emily a lazy glance, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Long time no see. You're looking pretty pregnant."

I lay there in his arms, his cum still leaking down my thighs, the rain drumming steadily outside. The festival was long over. The lights were gone. But the real storm had just begun — and the next sound in the dark might be the one that shatters our world completely

Alison schooled her. “I don’t want to break up, break ups are too stressful I saw you cry through your breakups, I don’t want same for myself” Myra said. “I cried but it made me grow, I learned and now I’m wiser and a much better lover” Alison bragged. Myra made funny faces at her as they walked to Alison’s dormitory. Myra stayed there for a while and by the time she left it was raining she grabbed an umbrella and walked briskly to her hostel when she got there she saw a man standing in front of her hostel soaking wet in his shirt and trousers. Myra gasped as he turned around.

“The moment when the moon comes out is the best. It hits the river directly, and the surface seems to shimmer. If you throw a stone in it to cause enough ripple, it looks more ethereal.” Picking up a pebble, Mary threw it in and watched the shimmering break into a thousand small lights. “It’s so beautiful,” she said. “Sometimes, I tell myself that even though bathing in a river is not my thing, the view looks great. And if you look up,” he tilted his head,” the view gets better.” Mary copied him and was stunned by the sights around her. “It is at the base of the mountain. The shimmering and the insurmountable tower,” she said almost excitedly.

Only then, things were different here. After the rain, the tiled asphalt glistened, holding the weariness of the rain. And with every movement of the carriage wheels, every stone on the ground trembled, heading toward the people. First a shudder in the little stones, and then a thunder that made everyone shudder. Lifting their heads up, people angrily opened their umbrellas and moved on. The rain wanted to start dripping, but seeing that everyone was on standby, it moved aside. And as people relaxed and forgot about the bad weather, the rain abruptly began to fall, catching everyone in its embrace. With each quickening step, the rain got heavier and heavier. I

The streets, once dry and quiet, transform into shimmering mirrors as rainwater collects, reflecting the glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of lightning. Sitting inside his car, Jay continues to watch the rain as he also hears the sound of the thunder that just begun. The rain intensifies, transforming into a deluge that drowns out all other sounds. Each droplet becomes a force of nature, colliding with the ground and rooftops with a resounding impact. The rhythmic symphony of rainfall fills the air, drowning out the usual nighttime noises and wrapping the world in a cloak of serenity.