Fifty Words For Rain Novels & Stories

' I take a deep breath and just follow what I truly wanted to give respond from his question. "Yes,I wanted to be free and be with Rain again.."

I didn’t know he could do that. The woman rubs her face against my t-shirt, burrowing. Still on autopilot, I rest a palm on her head, guiding her to settle. With a sigh, the little submissive relaxes. “Good girl,” I murmur. The words are right there on the tip of my tongue. I’ve watched enough scenes at the club to know what to say, but I spoke them easily, without thinking. Her breathing slows, her mouth grows lax. Her eyes are still closed, so I don’t know the exact moment she falls asleep.

*** The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the entire city of New York without mercy. The night was eerily quiet; even the usual roar of vehicles on the highway was absent. Only the patter of raindrops on the asphalt and the rumble of thunder breaking the pitch-black sky could be heard. In the midst of the downpour, Anastasia stood beneath a deserted city bus stop. She clutched her suitcase tightly, her clothes and body slowly soaking as there wasn't enough shelter to keep her dry.

"In my childhood, rain meant tea and books. I used to sit on the balcony with my father and read poetry. That habit is still with me. Seeing you, Abrar, I feel as if that little Raisa has returned." Abrar laughed. "Mother, why do you think of poetry when you see the rain?" "Because in the rain, the world stops. All accounts and calculations wash away. Only joy and peace remain." The four of them sat in silence, watching the rain. No one spoke. Only the sound of sips from tea cups and the patter of raindrops. ---

Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body. I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest defying the cold of the rain. We stood there, kissing in the rain as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees. I

" Now let's get to work girls!" About ten minutes after, The sky became overcast and the clouds scudded by, like huge smoky cotton balls. The weather soon became stormy. Thunder roared like lions and started a shower of heavy downpour from the sky. The drops of the rain looked like tiny crystals as I watched carefully, and birds sang and twittered sweetly on the wet cold barks of trees. "Where could Ariana be?" I said as I looked around for her, hoping she'd ask us to leave the rain till it stopped, but she was nowhere around. I hissed.

Suddenly she forgot basic words and really felt like an idiot. "Cut the cackle, Jasmine. Now co-" but before he could continue the clouds rumbled and the next second the rain pitter-pattered on the roof. Both of their heads snapped to the outside before a grin appeared on her face. It's raining! And she loves them the most. Isn't it beautiful when the rain pours? That sweet pitter-patter sound, the soothing cold wind, the fresh earthy scent. God! Her foot is itching to run outside and play in the rain.

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

Everything was an illusion. "Rain Water is the second solar term of the 24 solar terms. The celestial longitude of the sun is 330 degrees. Its three characteristics are river otters displaying fish, swan geese coming, and plants budding. The splashing of rain brings the vitality of spring..." said Ding Hao to himself with closed eyes.

THE LAUGH OF A WINTER FAIRY Rain , Storm and thunder filled the night sky In Winterfell kingdom as dark, big clouds form Around with immersed downpour of raindrops, Destroying build works and fairy cottages. During this time fairies try to work hard to fill up their stocks and ensure that their cottages are able to withstand the rain.