Fifty Words For Rain Novels & Stories

No matter how far we are apart Please believe in those words I gave you Singing in the rain The raindrop is shining beautifully The moment when all the sadness is washed away The world will come alive Please come the tender rain Even if one day this scenery withers away The overwhelming emotion will still continue to pour into your eyes I want to connect our hearts I want to feel your pain When you wake up, on the soaked ground The buds are blooming It’s a tender rain May this song reach your side? No matter how far we are apart Please believe in those words I gave you Singing in the rain The raindrop is shining beautifully The moment when all the sadness is washed away

Namely opening the window of the carriage to breathe in the fresh air that the day had to offer. But not long after I opened the carriage window, suddenly the sky rewarded us with raindrops. "Wow, it's my first rain," I exclaimed as I reached out my hand to feel the rain that was getting heavier and heavier. Precious water fell on my palm. There's a reason why I've always liked the rain, maybe because I'm a water wizard. That's why my manna feels like it's being refilled when it rains. And with the rain, I feel more secure because the supply of water around me is getting more and more. You could say that I feel invincible.

I slightly frowned at him diverting my eyes away. He licked his plum lips, “Have a nice day” Before I could I reply he had already left. “You too” I muttered. I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead. A drop fell on my cheek and I looked up. It had started drizzling. Dark clouds huddled together as I walked back home in the slow rain. I love the rain. It’s not gloomy or depressing at all. It’s fun. I believe rain can get you on with whatever mood or state you’re in. If you’re happy you go play in the rain, jump in water puddles and dance. If you’re sad, you listen to songs and look out and cry. If you’re angry you just stand in the rain and the water cools you off. It works with me.

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

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.

I’ve given Nanetta enough wins over the last few days while dating Duke that I’m more than willing to let Sarah take over this time, damn the consequences. “Excuse me,” I say in my sweetest belle accent, stepping up to the desk and confronting the walrus-man, “but perhaps I can explain this situation to you better. You see that stuff coming down from the sky out there? That’s called ‘rain.’ Rain is made of water. Water is wet. So rain makes things wet. Therefore, even if this poor gentleman were able to send up someone to dry up your balcony for you, it would just get wet again by the time they were done. Do you understand, or should I use smaller words?”

I leaned my head on Stephen's shoulder, I stared carefully at the setting sun. A few minutes later it started raining so we took shelter in a cottage. I raised my palm and caught every drop of rain.... I looked at the four of them who were now laughing as if they were talking about something funny, I also smiled while looking at them. Someone told me... 'Love is like rain Sometimes suddenly Sometimes it takes a while Sometimes the speed ends but why is rain so special? Because like love you can feel it but you can't stop it.' I'm happy, we're happy...I hope you are too Vanessa. -THE END-

"With the company of some cops of course." Silently ambling to the car, the evening was cold and wet with a brisk wind, sweeping the rain across the land. The cold moved in only to meet the warmth of her blood, her defense against such ice. Raven could feel it wash over her skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of her heart. She smelled the rain—realizing it was an absence of all odors. She wondered if it was because her airways were not functioning properly, she could feel the little hairs in her nose freezing .

The clouds had formed together, grey in color like an assembling of a chariot, ready to wage a mighty war, only that this war emanating from the coming together of the clouds in the sky cane in torrents; there was now a heavy downpour of rain. I could not even tell which was heavier, between my tears and the rain but I wished the rain would wash off my pain and perhaps me tears would mix with the rain, so bitterness mixing with a powerful emblem of nature would wash over my mother and that loan shark, wherever he is now, so they would never know happy days till they grow old and die.

Frustration and disappointment etched deep lines on my forehead as I gazed up at the darkening sky, ominous clouds gathering overhead. "It can't rain now," I muttered to myself, my voice filled with exasperation. "Not when I'm so close." The raindrops began to fall, softly at first, but steadily growing in intensity. Each droplet felt like a cruel reminder of the ticking clock, my opportunity slipping away with every passing second. I clenched my fists, feeling the dampness on my skin, and let out a sigh of defeat.