Downpour Manga Novels & Stories

she murmured in frustration. With no other option, she decided to wait until the rain subsided, even though it seemed like it would take a while. She stepped outside the store and, fortunately, spotted a bench nearby. She took a seat, hoping for a miracle that the rain would cease soon. As time passed, her vision blurred, her head throbbed with pain, and her body grew feverish—she felt miserable. An hour later, as the rain continued relentlessly, Akira felt a gentle poke on her shoulder, rousing her from her slumber. Opening her eyes, she was taken aback to see none other than Mr. Inei Mizuki standing before her.

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

She forcefully sniffed out in a bid to clear her nostrils. The sun, which had been smiling over the woods, had been covered up by a lot of thick clouds. Rumblings of thunder became more audible, ushering in the incoming downpour. Anna heard them faintly, but it didn't matter much to her; The first drop of rain that hit her muddy face made her cringe at first. But then she realized she had nothing to fear, as she'd faced death itself. Then came the downpour. Each drop of rain seemed to make her feel lighter as it slowly washed the mud off her body. A wave of hopelessness overwhelmed Anna as she flattened out her body on the ground, waiting for the rain to bring its worst. She couldn't care le

glass Maya had shattered. The sky had finally opened up. A torrential downpour turned the city into a blur of grey and neon. Within seconds, Zara’s thin uniform was soaked to the skin. She looked at her reflection in a dark puddle and saw a girl who looked defeated, but her amber eyes... they were still burning with the fire of a lioness.

I can still see Zeath strolling, though his figure now seems small since he has walked quite far. The motivation to keep going suddenly leaves me, so I just crouch down while tightly embracing myself, closing my eyes and hoping the rain would have pity on me and stop. Gradually, I get soaked. Soon, I start to shiver. However, most of the rain drops suddenly ceases—they stop beating me so hard like they did moments ago

He gestures me with his hand. As I shake my head to refuse, his hands suddenly seize my ankle and immediately pull my legs forward. I cry out as I lose my balance and plunge forward, splashing into the water. But this time, I’m not only submerged by water, but by memories also. I bring my head out of the water and catch my breath. Erden is trying hard to muffle his laugh. But at that moment, all I want is to hear Eren’s loud guffaws. As if everything is scripted, rain begins pouring on us. With a heavy heart, I look at the sky and close my eyes, letting the rain pelts my face.

She screams at Catherine causing her ears to bleed while blowing her away. Returns to her objective to penetrate into the magical barrier formed around Mukura and Gurudza. Making menial progress at a time. Violent lightning strikes the whole rift, the rain becoming heavier and heavier, the flowing water carrying mud into the rift. A thunderstorm slowly manifests around the rift. The rupture is being filled with mud slowly closing. “Stop them!” he roars shaking the very earth as the wound inflicted on the earth closes

Her blood dripped from them, the droplets sliding down my forearms as I stared. I turned to Chris's body, and they were laying a white sheet over her on the gurney. My knees gave out at the sight, and I fell to the ground curling in a ball. My head was between my knees, and my body began to tremble. The dark clouds above us opened up with a slow sprinkle, but within a couple of seconds, it was pouring as if it were monsoon season, fat droplets of water pelting down rapidly as if the heavens were crying with me.

She couldn't shake the feeling that he might still be lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to let her guard down. As the drizzle turned into a steady rain, soaking Ora's clothes and sending shivers down her spine, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. With each droplet that landed on her face and slid down her body, she felt the sting of her pain intensify. Closing her eyes against the downpour, Ora let the rain wash over her, hoping in some small way it might cleanse the turmoil raging inside her. But instead of finding solace in the cold water, she only felt the ache in her heart grow stronger.

I pouted. His lips curled up slightly in amusement. "Well, you need to finish up." We stepped outside moments later after our meal. I was about to make a comment when I felt the first drop of water hit my forehead. I blinked rapidly, looking upwards. "Don't tell me..." Of course, more drops followed. One couldn't have a good day without rainfall messing it up. I mentally rolled my eyes. "Damn it," Quinn crised as the currents increased.