Fifty Words For Rain Novels & Stories

One step. Fair. Two. Reasonable. Three. God. The light grew weaker. Fair. The cave grew darker. Reasonable honestly. Then suddenly— God. A loud crack echoed outside. Fair. Thunder. Reasonable. Real thunder. God. The girls froze. Fair. Immediately. Reasonable. Then another crack. God. Louder. Fair. Much louder. Reasonable honestly. Then rain began. God. Heavy rain. Fair. Very heavy rain. Reasonable. The sound echoed through the cave.

Molly I've been walking for a while without any success in recognizing my soundings when the heavens open up and rain pours down on me. I dont think I've ever seen rain this bad before. It's freezing cold and within seconds battering down on me and everything around me leaving my clothes completely soaked through. What the hell?

"Ah, shit," Cayson muttered as the rain began to pour. He had just reached the gates of the mansion when the heavy downpour started. The weather had already been terrible while he was still in Palawan, but he assumed the storm was isolated there. He didn’t expect it to stretch all the way to Manila.

I would not allow them to spend another minute locked up in chains. Right when I felt like I was seconds from exploding, I pushed my power out into the open, releasing all that build up for the world. The thunder roared and lightning struck from the sky in a moment of pure, white power. The sound was deafening, my ears ringing as the clouds opened up and sheets of rain fell like the heavens themselves were crying. It was glorious.

I stepped a little forward, craned my neck upwards, and closed my eyes making the cool and tiny rain droplets directly hit my face. I remembered the words of my mom. My mom says whenever you are in a dilemma and can't think straight and if it's raining, stand in the rain. Feel every single droplet that falls on you. When tiny, cool, and pure water droplets hit your head, it helps you to think clearly. Think until you feel you can't think anymore. And the moment you feel you don't have anything left to think, you feel peaceful standing in the rain, you feel calm, you feel just rain, nothing else. That is the moment you have cleared all your dilemmas, your mind is in the right place. And do wh

" What is this secret you're talking about?" "Nothing," Rock muttered. Greg just blinked confusedly, but he knew there was nothing he could do to get the man to talk. ******** "Why does it have to start raining today" Eric hissed, trying to steady Katherine as they staggered out of the restaurant. "The rain represents the tears in my heart." Katherine slurred. "Now, what do we do? I don't have an umbrella." "Don't bother, I love the feeling of the cold rain on my body. That's exactly what I am craving right now." Katherine said, leaving Eric as she wobbled into the rain.

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past. And I finally no longer needed to wait for anyone else to hol

I found myself thinking about supper and writing a diary to share the details of my days without him later. A cool drop landed on my face, then another, halting me in my tracks. I looked up just as the sky opened, soft droplets falling onto my hair, my sleeves, and my long skirt. The fabric darkened, clinging to me, but I didn't step back. Instead, I laughed under my breath and stretched my hands outwards, my palms up, welcoming the rain. “Rain is a sign of blessing.” I murmured to myself, closing my eyes. “The moon goddess must be in a very good mood today.”

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

The rain fell with hate. Engulfed in a torrential and bursting cries, in an absolutely hell pouring turbulence flowing stream. As the lightning bolts descended like shooting spears to all angles of the city. Where echoes of the storms could be heard hitting into the gutters of the city with maliciousness. So much such that, the nountremendous pouring of the rain knitted with cloudburst took the visible city captive. rain fell with hate. Engulfed in a torrential and bursting cries, in an absolutely hell pouring turbulence flowing stream. As the lightning bolts descended like shooting spears to all angles of the city.