Rain Short Story Novels & Stories

CAMERON'S P.O.V The rain played an orchestra of beats against the cemented roads surrounding the mansion. Shayla had been right, the rain here wasn't sweet or melodic, instead it had been just the relentless and gut wrenching rhapsody I had wished to observe, sending chills down my spine. Bryan had told me that this rainfall was relatively better than that of the other days. I had smiled.

I wanna see him! It was raining, to put it simply. The clouds were gray as they showered the city beneath them in a gentle rain. The day was a gloomy one, but the weather had nothing to do with it. It could be sunny, but the mood wouldn't have changed…at least for one family. For them the rainy day was like a godsend, the rain washing away the tears that stained a young seven-year-old's face as she tried in vain to wipe them away with the back of her rain soaked hand. Her other tiny hand was clutching that of a woman's. Both had dark brown hair and kind eyes, the child's being green and the mother's a dark amber.

"Miss, are you okay?" Elaine heard someone call her from the side as she lay on the ground. She slowly raised her head, trying to stand up. But suddenly, a severe cramp shot through her abdomen. She furrowed her brows, whimpering, and reached for her stomach with trembling hands. She struggled to speak, "Save my child..." Rain began to pour at that moment. The cloud cover that had been building up all day had finally burst, and the rain came pouring down with strong winds. In just moments, a torrential downpour soaked everything.

Why did the rain come at a time she had been waiting for so long? Caraline clucked in annoyance. Her jaw tightened as her hands clenched into tight fists. The image of her being with Deric was instantly shattered by the rain, even though she had been waiting for this night for several days. There was also no way she could brave the rain to get to the promised place. Caraline retreated again as the wind carried the raindrops deeper into the veranda. The flash of lightning and the sweep of the wind through the leaves made a sound that seemed to be laughing at her right now. Her face was etched with anger and disappointment.

The murderer of fourteen people and I was going to be number fifteen. I turned to look at my assailant, finally identify them. But no one was there. The rain was still falling, each drop sitting on my skin like a puddle that would never leave, perfectly formed, perfectly cold. I feel the water steal my body heat just a tiny bit at a time. Perhaps once I would have sort shelter or warmth - but no longer. I wonder, though, what if the sun broke through? What if each drop sparkled with light? What then? Would the warmth seep through and bring a new reality? Would I shake off this rain as quickly as a cat after a storm? Because I think I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.

Think of it as an alternate storyline-kind-of-thingy - So what will Rain's story be about? Rain didn’t plan on ending her night tangled up with a stranger—she just wanted to forget. Her boyfriend of three years dumped her like yesterday’s leftovers, and honestly? Good riddance. But sitting at a bar alone, wallowing in heartbreak, wasn’t exactly her style. So, when the ridiculously hot guy next to her offered a drink and a smile, she thought, Why not? One night. No strings. Just two strangers helping each other forget. Simple, right?

A soft rain drizzled, just like the day she first met Finley. But not every story gets a happy ending.

Chapter 43 The rain has finally stopped and the only signs that were left of it where the puddles and the droplets that were sleeping cast the branches and the lives that were and the soil that absorbed the water that are called down from the sky as if it had been thrown in buckets at this point Robinson was shivering strongly but he did not pay any attention to a struggling buddy that was reacting to god he was partying heated up with excitement of how he was going to bury his story so that nobody else will be able to get to it.

She could freely express her grief and anguish, knowing that the raindrops would carry them away, blending them with the currents that flowed through the streets. Her sobs mixed with the rhythmic pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the ground as it intensified, casting a veil of grey upon the world. The streets grew slick and the air became heavy with moisture. But she pressed on, driven by a deep determination to reach the solace of her home until it gradually subsided before finally stopping.