After The Rain Novels & Stories

she replied before leaving the room. Rohan stared at the closed door and then walked back to the window. As he gazed into the distance, observing the bustling market, children playing, and parents chatting, the phrase "a breath of fresh air" echoed in his mind. His thoughts drifted back to Avery. "I hope you're right, dear sister," he whispered to himself.

One hand on each side and closed their eyes while speaking in a very strange language. After a few minutes had passed they stopped speaking and Rain’s eyes flew open as she sat straight up on the bed. “Thank you mother and grandmother for helping me. Where is my treasure? I need to see him please. Where is he?” Rain spoke quickly looking at the goddesses. They each kissed her cheek and stepped aside. Rain quickly got out of bed and ran into my arms. I wrapped her in my arms tightly and breathed in her lovely scent.

Hurry up, I don't want you wasting too much water, caution Luna with kara going to the bathroom " ********** The rain fell with an almost punishing force, its relentless onslaught dousing everything in its path. Ryder sat alone on his varanda, his clothes clinging to his shivering body, while his eyes remained fixated on the night sky. Through the torrential downpour, he strained to catch a glimpse of the distant stars, seeking solace in their steady glow. But tonight, even their celestial beauty failed to soothe his troubled mind.

Because I felt it. “Thank you.” I glanced around the room once more. He still stood there as if he was waiting for me. “Let me walk you out.” I rolled out of bed, basking in my nakedness. Shane had seen this all last night and I was in the comfort of my own home, I was going to walk around however I wanted. I led the way to the door and he followed. I opened the door and saw rain. So beautiful, the sun was out but the rain came down in small droplets. I smiled, not realizing that Shane was watching me.

Even on a bright and sunny day. Raindrops dripped from the tall trees and landed on my head. It felt like I was in the shower. I spread my arms wide, as if embracing the water dripping down my body. “I love rain.” I muttered. “I just do..” Those who have lived through hurricanes love the rain. They crept through the mud, searching for a safe haven for their depleted spirits. Their mountainous hope had been shaken by the thunder, but it had not been trampled. Everything was terrible; the massive raindrops were like foreshadowing how the world would end, and how it would take them, lifeless and damp. However, they are unconcerned about it because they are focused on surviving until the next da

The rain had become a memory rather than a presence. After fifteen days of unrelenting fall, it had retreated to occasional soft showers that passed quickly, leaving the air clean and the ground breathing again. The jasmine bushes in the garden lifted their heads, petals bruised but still fragrant. The compound felt lighter, quieter—not healed, but no longer drowning.

From inside their home, one could hear the calming and melancholic sound of raindrops. In the past, rain used to evoke fear in Keisha. But with Colten's help and love, the fear was slowly replaced with joyful memories amidst the rain. She had many bad experiences with the rain, moments that caused her intense fear, especially when she miscarried while it was raining. She even remembered how she tormented herself in the rain, allowing herself to drown in sadness while the raindrops poured on her skin.

He shivered at the loud sound that followed. Aroon switched off the light and lied down. Soon Dae also lied down, cream in between the two. The rain lasted for a long time. Every time a lightning struck, cream shivered. Dae shivered occasionally. At last the rain stopped and it was calm. But both Aroon and Dae were still not asleep.

When she bent down to pick up the little girl who stopped immediately as soon as she saw her now mother she whispered in the baby’s ear, “We are finally free,” When Kit opened the door and brought the car seat out with the little girl, she remembered something about running down the street to get to her father’s car to make her escape. It was now raining, just like it was that night. It was not hard downpour it was a late gentle rain. She remembered the words that her father said, “This rain will wash away all that has happened,” She looked up at the sky and smiled as she now completely understood what her father was trying to say then, “This rain will finally wash away all that happened,” S