After The Rain Novels & Stories

"Thank you for your cooperation,Diamond Company." *GLASS SHATTERED* While Rain was holding the glass of wine he was drinking his hand slipped out to it and the glass met the floor which shattered in pieces and he suddenly felt a shiver down to his spine which the others rush to help him and clean out the glass' pieces. "Are you alright,Mr.Rain?"Sam asked as Rain just froze in his spot as he then mumbled out. "Something's not right.."

A heavy rain just started to fall , and to be fair it was the strongest rain ever witness in the kingdome , the rain was as a glowing icy blue fall , yet doesn't give cold chills but rather warmth to the bones , that night the king wandered in the castle unheeding to no where in confusion not talking to anyone, not even Asian herself , like he was bewitched by something ,he wandered and wandered until he found himself in front of my mom's room, he shakely grabbed the dusty curtained door , he entered by pushing it by both of his hands , just to find her in that miserable state where he let a tearful sigh escape his eyes , i wondered if he can feel her pain , or was it a crocodile tear, she

The next day after college, it suddenly started raining. The weather became so beautiful, the sky turned dark and the clouds began to thunder. I love the rain. As the smell of the rain reached my nostrils, I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. It feels so good. I just love the sound and smell of rain, it is so calming and peaceful. "Anu, let's get drenched in the rain." I grasped Anu's hand excitedly. She denied, nodding her head, I pouted sadly at her. "You'll catch a cold, Inaya." She said concernedly.

It was a rainy day. After finishing her classes, So Eun decided to savor a warm coffee from the automated coffee machine to keep her warm. She put some coins and patiently waited for the coffee to be poured. Because it was very hot, So Eun didn’t sip immediately. With the coffee in hand, she approached the glass doors and was mesmerized by the rain. The rain seemed to be one of the things which could soothe her heart, and she loved it. She loved to lose herself in trying to count the raindrops fallen on the window glass, and breathing the ionized air. After rain, everything seems purer, a new, with a fresh smell.

“I’m doing the opposite of a rain dance in my head.” He chuckled and held her hand. “I love rainy nights, it calms me, but not like this one, I love gentle rains, just a drizzle, no lightning, no thunder, just the skies sprinkling some of their sweat into you.” He chuckled again. “You appreciate the sunlight in the morning more after a rainy night.” He paused and looked at her. “Like how I appreciate you after those rumors ended, you‘re my sunshine after that rainy night and it wasn’t just a drizzle, it was a thunderstorm,” he continued. “With thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me.”

he calls through the rain. “Goodbye T.” Yup

Callista asked and Haru immediately answered while her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the rain falling on her face. "Because of this rain, I experienced happy and sad circumstances. The rain witnessed all that I went through. And do you know that it is better to cry while it is raining because no one can see you crying because the rain accompanies you when you cry. You are free to cry without anyone noticing." Haru said and help Callista to enter the house because Callista were sick more when it got soaked in the rain. Callista was quiet as Haru helped her to enter to the house.

They would become very slippery as soon as they got wet. Olivia hadn't found Ethan yet, but she had already found herself in trouble. The rain kept pouring, and the mountain was enveloped in clouds and mist. She could barely see anything. Every step was riddled with danger. Olivia found a slightly wider platform to stand on. She decided to continue her descent after the rain let up. The rain in the mountains usually didn't last long, but today, the elements were working against her. The rain didn't show any signs of stopping, and it even grew heavier.

But the raindrops persist, a reminder that challenges must be faced, and healing is a process that requires time and patience. The room, dimly lit and echoing with the sounds of rain, becomes a sanctuary for introspection. The storm outside mirrors the internal turmoil, and I find solace in the gentle cadence of raindrops against the window. As the day unfolds, I'm left with the hope that, like the rain-soaked world beyond the glass, clarity and resolution will eventually wash over the fractured pieces of our pack, bringing renewal and unity.

The morning after the storm brought a silence so profound it felt heavy. The valley, washed clean by the deluge, shimmered under a pale, post-rain sun. The creek had retreated into its banks, though it left behind a landscape rearranged—driftwood piled against the bridge pilings, new gravel bars where the path had been, and a thick, rich layer of silt coating the garden's edge.