Raindrop Book Novels & Stories

Of course this would happen now. The downpour came suddenly, soaking everything in seconds. I ducked under the nearest fruit stand for shelter, my shoulders heaving from the sprint—and from everything else. The roof barely held the rain off, but I shielded the camera in my arms like it was sacred. I sniffled quietly, brushing my sleeve across my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if it was rain or tears anymore. Probably both. I stared out at the endless curtain of rain. It didn’t look like it would stop anytime soon.

Angel I'm walking on the pavement, tapping my feet against the ground so that it will make a splash. It's raining, and being my usual self, I forgot my umbrella at home. I'm returning home from the gym, and the rain is cooling off my body perfectly. I enjoy the rain. I take a deep breath and look at the sky. Raindrops gently hit my face, making me relax. After some minutes, I start walking back home because I notice that the rain is about to stop, and I am drenched. I don't want to get sick, so I quicken my pace until my house is in view. I run to my door then turn my head slightly to the left to see some boxes on my neighbours' porch. They just moved in, and I haven't even seen them once ex

The phone rang until it switched to voicemail. "Hello, this is Miss Lynch, Rainie's homeroom teacher. Rainie didn't come to school today and didn't request leave. Is she sick? Please contact the school as soon as possible." Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across my desk. My textbooks for today's classes sat there in neat stacks. After school, I had planned to buy the new art album released this week. Now I would never need it. My soul drifted without control and followed the direction my family had gone.

𝐴 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒. Katherine The cloud turned dark and lightning struck. Thick heavy rain poured down on Earth. I sat beside the window, watching the rain drop on the glass. I was a nobody now. Just a Mistress. Even a Mistress was a big word for it. I was just a slave. A slave of sex. I wanted to get this over with. I was staying in a big luxurious mansion and yet I wasn't happy at all. A knock made me look up and I expected whoever it was to come In even without me saying a thing but no one came in.

But the raindrops persist, a reminder that challenges must be faced, and healing is a process that requires time and patience. The room, dimly lit and echoing with the sounds of rain, becomes a sanctuary for introspection. The storm outside mirrors the internal turmoil, and I find solace in the gentle cadence of raindrops against the window. As the day unfolds, I'm left with the hope that, like the rain-soaked world beyond the glass, clarity and resolution will eventually wash over the fractured pieces of our pack, bringing renewal and unity.

The noise of the water drops woke Alice up from her sleep. She got up from her bed when she heard the raindrop sound on her roof. Alice walked to her window with a smile on her face. She stretched her hand through her window, as she watched the rain pour down from the sky like a shower. Her brown eyes watched the downpour, as the cool breeze blew her wavy golden hair. She loved it when it rained.

But these were just dreams, fleeting and fragile, like the pages of a storybook that could be closed at any moment. One cold, rainy afternoon, Elara was sitting by the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass. The sky was gray, and the wind howled through the gaps in the window frames. It was on days like this that the orphanage felt even more desolate, a place where the children’s spirits seemed to dampen like the weather outside.

As the rain poured relentlessly outside, I found myself drawn to the window, my heart heavy with a mix of nerves and unexplained sadness. Each raindrop seemed to mirror the strange ache within me, falling with a gentle but persistent rhythm. “Who is she?.......” I mumbled to myself watching the droplets slide down the glass, blurring the world outside, mirroring the unexplainable tears that threatened to escape my eyes. The pitter-patter of rain became a soothing soundtrack to my racing thoughts, as I grappled with the weight of my emotions.

Jasmine’s POV The rain had slowed down, and the thunder was not so loud anymore. I was still in the living room, curled on the couch with my favorite blanket and a fantasy romance book in my hands. The title was Zodiac Academy. I had just gotten to the part where everything was getting heated — The Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac — and I couldn’t put it down. I was fully inside that world, far away from the thunder outside or the weird tension in this house.

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.