Rain Short Story Novels & Stories

The rain started just as Sienna reached the corner of the block. It wasn’t a gentle drizzle; it was a sudden, heavy downpour that soaked through the thin silk of her wedding dress within seconds. She didn’t have a coat, a purse, or a plan. She just kept walking, her heels clicking unevenly on the wet pavement until she couldn't take the friction anymore. She stopped by a bus stop, leaned against the cold glass, and stepped out of her shoes.

Her chest tightened painfully, a physical ache lancing through her heart. ​Everyone around her had gone silent. ​The sound of rain suddenly filled the air, heavy, freezing droplets beginning to pour from the dark sky, instantly hissing against the edges of the bonfire. Ria stepped back slowly, her body shaking from the inside out. ​Then, she turned and ran. ​“Ria!” Mira called after her, her voice desperate over the sound of the downpour. ​But Ria didn’t stop. The freezing rain soaked through her clothes instantly, pasting her hair to her face as hot tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She kept running across the wet sand, away from the light, until she finally collapsed behind a parked c

I do not understand it but I feel it in every nerve. Is that rain? The question floats through the haze. Rain can't be falling in this hot closed cell. I need to go out. It will cool my heat. I love rain. Kira loves rain too. The thought of cool drops on my skin makes me want to sob. But I cannot move. The cell is locked from the outside. How come I can perceive rain?I can't hear anything on the roof. It is not real. It cannot be. Yet the scent wraps around my nostrils anyway.

What. "I'll see you around, Miss Shy" he winks and leaves me staring after him. And I just stand there. I don't know how much time passed before it starts raining. I feel the big, heavy drops falling on my bare hands. Twenty, four hundred, thousands now. Slow and clumsy at first, they're now unstoppable. It's pouring.

I only hope I can find what I am looking for without too much trouble, I hope. Its nightfall by the time I've reached the outskirts of a small town, I know not the name of. The sky is a murky grey. Stormy clouds, thunder and crack as they rumble closer towards this small valley, like angry, ocean waves, the clouds seem to tumble and crawl over one another as they draw ever closer. I quickly shift and slip into my nightgown, just as the rain begins to pelt down upon me, soaking my thin clothing within seconds. Shivering, I cross my arms about my chest in faint hopes of keeping my modesty somewhat intact. I hurry through the heavy downpour, slipping and sliding through the sloppy mud.

I glanced at her to see that she is still holding the tube tightly in her hands and is sleeping calmly. At the same time, I heard thunder, and rain started falling within seconds. Not now and not while I am driving. I thought groaning because I can’t stop a memory to enter my mind, which never left. For a few days, I thought I got relief, but then one night, even rain decided it was his time to show its face. It was raining heavily and as possible as it can be the Jiya, who has complete childishness walked outside onto the lawn and started jumping on it.

They've been home for weeks now, and their hair was still pink until one day they felt their first raindrops in months. For months, all they had was dew to nourish and wet the grounds. But not today, as they rushed to the shelter as the rain came pouring down fiercely. Their hair turned back to its original color. It didn't take long for the weather to change into a full-blown thunderstorm. Autumn looks out the window. “You think it's going to stop soon?”

I am no rose as for a long period of time I was not protected by thorns -Rain Rain POV I couldn't sleep. How much I tried I just couldn't. I look at the clock on the nightstand to see it was 12:30 a.m. I got up from the bed and made my way out of the room. I didn't turn on the lights, not wanting to wake anyone of them. Thus I stumbled inside a bookshelf. "Ouch!" I looked down at my poor toe. It hurt so much. What a great way to start your birthday with.

The gentle pitter-patter of rain soothed Kiara as she sat by the window ledge with a book in her hand. She could feel drops of rain routinely fall on her ruffled skirt, which calmed her down yet drove her almost crazy at the same time. It reminded her of that story about a man who was tortured with drops of water on his head at a slow pace. Moral of the story? It made him run mad! The man lost his sanity totally. It was called the Chinese Water Torture.

"Neither. You are someone who chose to share the same room and same bed as me because you want to get closer to me. I don't need a reason to be nice to you, Rain. I think you are a sweet girl." Florainne's eyes went round and she immediately avoided Brieanna's gaze. "You called me Rain," she whispers. "Rain makes people lonely than they already are." "Does it? Because I like the rain," she utters, making Florainne gaze at her again. "It is refreshing. It brings a clean scent and I feel at ease when the rain starts tapping on my window pane." "I never thought of it that way." "So then, can I call you Rain?"