Find Me In The Rain Novels & Stories

And the rain shows no sign of stopping. What the hell am I doing? I'm out here alone, in a torrential downpour, in the middle of a city that's way too big for me. Looking for a guy who may or may not actually want me to find him. I'm not fixing anything. I'm just making it worse.

Shw took the book and called Rain. "Rain, come out, the book has been found!"

Every step forward filled me with a sense of dread, but I refused to give up until I found Amelia and brought her back safely. ************** As we trekked through the woods in search of Amelia, the soft pitter-patter of rain began to fall. My frustration boiled over, and I couldn't help but curse aloud. "Fuck," I growled, my voice echoing through the trees. "Fuck." The rain would wash away any trails Amelia may have left behind, making it even more challenging to find her. I sighed heavily, feeling a sense of defeat settle over me like a heavy blanket. With a squelch, I sat down on a muddy patch of ground, the rain soaking through my clothes as I stared off into the distance, lost in though

We stopped Me: let's see if the coast is clear I heard visible sounds of people And vibrations on the ground Me: it seems people are already on the beach Rainbow : how did you know? Me: I just feel it Rainbow : if they're people on the beach, how are we gonna come out? I sighed and imagined us in bikinis. Me: bikinis could actually be of help Rainbow : from where? I swam closer to the shore trying to peep out when Rainbow called me Rainbow : Blueee Me: what Then I looked down and saw her in bikini I was also wearing bikini Me: whoahhh, how did this happen?

I watched Ethan search around the tree, but he still couldn't find the pair of pendants. In the end, he found a fragment of the shattered pendants in a corner of the yard. Gazing at the fragment, Ethan fell helplessly to the ground. He covered his face and sobbed in pain. "I'm coming, Lottie…" I watched as he cut his wrist with a blade, and blood pooled on the ground. Bathed in the warm glow of sunlight, I sensed the chains of my soul weakening. I felt light as air, drifting away to some far-off place.

My heart threatens to beat out of my chest any moment now. This belongs to Mira alright. I recognize it. "Where did you find this?" "Just a few paces ahead, by the cluster of trees. Our men are searching the trees as I speak." Without warning, I open my door and step into the rain. The freezing drops soak me almost immediately, cascading down my hair and into my eyes and clothes. I do not care. Not one bit. I have to find Mira. That is all I care about. My brain conjures images of her, cold unconscious somewhere. My heart nearly flips.

And the crazy thing was…I still didn’t even know why. Thunder roared across the sky, and I looked up. The stars were gone, and dark clouds flooded around me. Little drops of rain fell on my face and I closed my eyes. As the rain steadily came down harder, I welcomed it on my face like a cleansing and let myself get soaked. I sat up and listened to the rain fall around me, letting the sound deafen my pain. “I guess we will always meet in the rain, won’t we?” I immediately opened my eyes and looked around. I didn’t see anyone around, but I recognized the voice. I looked even harder, and I still couldn’t see anyone. Was I going crazy?

Each drop feels like a tiny kiss from nature, and I spread my hands out wide, giggling and twirling. The rain falls heavier, soaking my hair and dress, but I do not care. “Kiara,” he calls out, but I do not look at him. “We should find cover before we get drenched!” His tone is loud, but I do not want to leave just yet. With a smile, I shake my head, letting more raindrops collect in my hand. “Just a little longer,” I say. I haven’t been in the rain in a while, and this is the perfect relief for all my problems.

Devon. Still standing in the rain, blurring my vision as I scour the streets for any sign of Jessica amidst the pouring rain. Nothing. She's no longer here; Zachary already has her. Kicking the wet ground in frustration, I run my hands through my hair, trying to figure out the next course of action. The cold rain is biting into my skin, but that is the least of my problems. Panic courses through my veins as minutes turn into eternity, the pounding in my heart getting louder, and the rain blinding me. Every second feels like a lifetime, and I can't shake off the feeling that I'm running out of time. Knowing there's nothing I can do here, I go back to the car, in hopes of going into a blind se

She somehow found a picture of Rain. "This is Rain BLACK, the CEO of Argentine. Is he the one who gave you the OK?" I shook my head at her stubbornness and picked up my phone, going throw my gallery. Thankfully I thought about it beforehand. I turned my phone toward her showing her a picture of Rain and me. I took it the day we had lunch at his restaurant. Somehow, I knew that I would need it as some kind of proof someday.