After The Rain Novels & Stories

the man turned around and left. Richard Hill's eyes narrowed with coldness as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Outside, the rain began to fall heavily, accompanied by a loud thunderclap that shook the windows. The night seemed even more melancholic with the sound of raindrops tapping against the glass and the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room. Despite the somber atmosphere, Richard continued to work diligently, undeterred by the stormy weather.

It's already midnight, Katlyn and Grey are sleeping in one bed when she suddenly flinched because of the dream she is having. *** She was running out of the unknown house and when she went outside, a red car hit her all of a sudden, caused her to fall on the ground. But before she lost consciousness, she saw the plate number of the car who was driving away from her. The plate number was TU23 DRT. She crawled and asked for help after being hit, until she couldn't take any longer and she lost her sight.

I need to end this once and for all. Before long, raindrops begin to splatter on the windshield, and soon the downpour begins, turning the entire world grey. The rain, like my emotions, is relentless—unforgiving. I turn on my wipers, not giving myself time to dwell on it. Lightening flashes across the sky, causing me to jump on my seat before the round rumble of thunder follows immediately after it

- All good - I say to end the conversation. (...) I was watering the flowers, scolding myself right away for seeing that the sky was more closed than yesterday, it's probably going to rain later or in the morning. I liked the rain, it refreshed the hot days that made the concrete bake you. - Let the rain take care of them later, dear - Betina says walking towards me, she had left the house. - And the Erased?

“I love the rain so much. It's always calm and cool. I also love it when a rainbow appears after.” As she said these words, Adrian looked at her with so much interest. “It reminds me of the beauty and happiness that comes after a very heavy storm in one's life.” She said, turning her head to look at him and their eyes met. Unspoken emotions were passed through the connection of their eyes.

Rowan’s scent still lingers faintly in the air, sharp and familiar, but he’s not here. I sit up, heart quickening. Outside, the storm has shifted into a steady summer rain, warm and rhythmic against the roof. I push to my feet and step into my boots, the air cool against my skin as I slip outside. The valley looks transformed. Where destruction ruled yesterday, peace has begun to settle. The rain falls softly now, washing soot from the stones. The trees glisten with dew, the air heavy but clean. Mist rises from the fields where the flood has begun to retreat.

Dealing with Suho’s unprecedented confession was too much to bear. Not tonight, Hana. Let it pass. Outside, the rain poured like there’s no tomorrow. It’s sound deafening, piercing through the depths of her soul. That night, as a torrent of rain washed out the dust outside, her pillow drenched with water from her eyes. The searing pain drew all over her body, blinding her sight, reaping her brain apart. Everything went fuzzy. The morning after, remnants of the thunderstorms from the previous night filled the surrounding water puddle everywhere.

Rain thought that might be it--the River Red--but she didn’t waste what was left of her breath to ask Mist. “Come on, Rain,” Adam said, pausing for her at the bottom of the hill. Picking up her pace, she let her momentum carry her down the hill. Through the trees before her, she could see a meandering stream of what appeared to be freshwater. They were almost there. Even if she ended up getting coated in mud again, the idea of rinsing herself clean from the rain was enticing, so Rain ran even faster, the prospect of washing away the dirt weighing her down as inviting as the soft scent of freedom teasing her from the distant shore.

"Ah, shit," Cayson muttered as the rain began to pour. He had just reached the gates of the mansion when the heavy downpour started. The weather had already been terrible while he was still in Palawan, but he assumed the storm was isolated there. He didn’t expect it to stretch all the way to Manila.