Rain Short Story Novels & Stories

Hazel trudged along the wet pavement, her school bag heavy on her shoulders as the rain poured down relentlessly. The sky was a dark shade of gray, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground filled the air. Hazel's hair was plastered to her face, and her clothes clung to her skin, soaked through by the downpour. As she walked, Hazel couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. She had forgotten to bring an umbrella that morning, thinking that the weather forecast had predicted a sunny day. But now, she was regretting her oversight as she battled against the elements on her way home from school.

I don't have an umbrella, so I hurry towards the front door, my coat pulled tightly around me in a futile attempt to stay dry. The rain obscures my vision, transforming familiar surroundings into a blur of dark shapes and shifting shadows. I squint through the sheets of water cascading from the sky, barely able to make out the pathway ahead. My shoes splash through growing puddles, each step sending up a spray of cold water that soaks through to my skin. As I draw closer to the house, my pace quickening with each step, I almost miss the figure huddled on the steps. He looks up sharply and wild eyes glint in the dark, making me stop short, my heart lurching in my chest.

The heavy doors slam shut behind me, the sound reverberating through my chest like a death sentence. Kane has cast me out. My breath shudders as I step forward, my arms wrapping around myself. The air is cold, thick with the promise of an impending storm. I glance up just as the first raindrop lands on my cheek. Then another. And another. Within moments, the sky breaks. The rain pours in torrents, drenching me to the bone. My once-warm clothes cling to my body, heavy and suffocating. I let out a shaky exhale, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.

Kiara's POV The rain that was pouring outside was intense and very messy I went over to the entrance and I began to bang on it with everything I have inside of me until my hands were hurting and I could no longer move them the way I wanted to because that's the spot the rain was pouring on my skin like bullets was eliminating all the warmth in my body and I was soon shivering from the cold.

I also got up to take him outside. When Rum left, I stayed outside first. I looked up at the sky. The sky is dark. I don't see a single star, it looks like it's raining. I went out the gate to take a walk outside. This is what I want, this is what I always look forward to, the rain. When it rains, I shed my tears, which I often hold back. I feel that when I cry while the heavy rain is pouring down, I have sympathy. As I was walking was the gradual dripping of raindrops. I looked up at the sky again, at the same time my tears kept falling. I don't know what I did wrong to be punished like this. It would be nice if it was just me, if no one was affected — but because my children are involved.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, princess. It’s just the rain helping the flowers grow, and the thunder is just the clouds bumping into each other.” Another crack of thunder struck, louder than the last one, and she flinched, refusing to move an inch from my side. I looked around the room, trying to think of something to distract her from the noise, and then I looked down at her. “Would you want to hear a story?” I asked. “It’s about a brave knight and a hidden kingdom, and it might just make the thunder sound a little quieter.” She looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded, and as I started to speak, the rain didn't stop so I just held my daughter closer and let my voice fill the room, hop

​The rain in Crestview didn’t just fall; it punished. It was a cold, rhythmic assault that turned the city’s soot-stained streets into a labyrinth of grey slush. It hammered against the cracked, salt-crusted windows of the bus station, mirroring the frantic, shattered rhythm of Elara Vance’s heart. Each drop sounded like a gavel striking a desk, pronouncing a sentence she wasn't ready to serve.

Lilian Roseforth POV The rain had been falling steadily since late afternoon, a heavy, persistent downpour that turned the streets into glistening rivers and wrapped the entire neighborhood in a thick, gray mist. By the time I locked up the bakery and began the short walk back to my small room, the wind had picked up, carrying a sharp chill that cut right through my thin cotton shawl. I hurried along, my shoes splashing in the puddles, grateful when I finally reached the safety of my doorway.

Thunder crashed overhead, a reminder of how small a person truly was in the scheme of things. Rain had always been a rarity for Elaine growing up. The ebony-haired girl had seen little more than an occasional winter rain or summer drizzle. She supposed that’s what she got for being born in a desert. The lightning flashed through the sky like a slash of a sword from the hands of a god. Looking up for a moment, she moved the umbrella out of the way, droplets touching the ivory of her skin. The figures of the other students passed by her a moment later, laughter still on their lips but fading for a moment upon noticing her. The young lady's eyes flashed from the screaming sky back down to them,

Far away, thunder rumbled faintly across the sky, signaling a coming storm. And as the first cold raindrop fell onto her hand, Sheila finally allowed herself to cry without holding back, her quiet sobs blending into the growing rain around her — washing away the fragile happiness she had only just begun to believe in.