Fifty Words For Rain Novels & Stories

She had nothing, no one to turn to, and no way out. The rain began to pour down in earnest, soaking her to the bone. It was as if the heavens were crying for her, sharing her pain. The noise of thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that mirrored the turmoil inside her. The tears she had been holding back finally broke free, mingling with the rain as they streamed down her face.

I replied. " Well it's supposed to be Raine, but the nurse misspeled and heard it wrong, I was tired and passed out." " Then why would call me Raine?" " Because their are different types of rain, it could rain showers full of blessings and or a terrible storm destroying everything. So it depends how you take it, Raine for blessings or a storm, Raine, you rained in my life." " Well, I'm not so sure, my name has many meanings, momma used to say I rained in her Life, like rained blessings, "

I can feel moisture in the air itself, waiting, ready to obey. I extend my hand over the flowers, focusing on the pull inside me. A second passes, and then another, before the sky above responds. Rain falls, not in delicate drops, but in a sudden downpour, drenching the flowers and the ground beneath my feet. I watch in stunned silence as the rain cascades down, soaking everything in its path.

he said "I'll pass" "I insist" "You can make me listen to it but you can't make me develop interest in it" he asserted. I felt my strength draining away from the not-so-long conversation and didn't want to argue further so I threw my hands up in surrender. Let's save the argument for another day, I thought, then I caught myself in mid-thought. Another day? Was I subconsciously wishing to see this Tim again? I scoffed at my thoughts. The rain had stopped then and the perfect curvature of the rainbow cast over the evening sky.

"Tell me about the rain. What was it like?" Lyra's eyes lit up. "It was music! It tap-tap-tapped on the roof of our cottage. It made the puddles in the lane dance, and after, everything smelled clean and new, and the whole world was washed shiny." She hugged her knees. "Mama said the rain was the sky's way of helping things grow. She said we should always be thankful for the rain."

Making the glass blurry. Sameer parks his car on the side and both waits for the rain to stop. The rainy season is also called the season of love. Both together in the car. Empty road. And a romantic atmosphere. "Let us get wet in the Rain and get drenched in Love."

“What do I do?” Silence greets me until the sound of heavy rainfall comes through the slightly open window. I watch the rain fall for a moment, its gentle rhythm slowly calming me. My mother used to love the rain. She would say that the rain was here to wash all the bad days away, to clear the stuffiness and bring in a breath of fresh air. Right now, I need that breath of fresh air. I need the relief that comes after a long rainy day.

A sound of gentle tapping of raindrops compelled him to open his eyes. Darkened grey clouds threateningly surrounded the sky; like a predator would encircle its prey. The rain quenched the soil from sandy hues to rich, strong browns, the kind that brings an inner smile. The summer flowers and leaves drooped under the weight of the droplets, spreading the cool and freshness in the breeze. Prince Jian gazed at Ruyi and asked, “You love rain?”

The strength of the downpour is like a typhoon but there is nothing, because when my other helpers come here sometimes I ask them what the weather forecast is. Yesterday it rained like it didn't want to stop. Sometimes it makes me think that maybe it's raining because they share in the pain I feel, that the sky is crying for me. Sometimes because I have no more tears to release from my eyes when the ending ends, I just sit dumbfounded.

Aurora Rain has always had a special place in my heart, the splattering noise of drops hitting the pavement, the sweet smell of wet mud and the soft rainy breeze makes my heart flutter with excitement and awe. But today, everything feels different, like for instance, the usual rainy clouds look gloomier than ever and there is a slight sadness in the air. I don’t know if it’s just me or if the universe is playing some sick game, but my spirits are down and I feel awful.