Raindrop Book Novels & Stories

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.

The little girl couldn't even explain clearly, so he corrected her seriously, "It's not an oath, it's an experiment." Winson picked up the bottle and shook it. At the bottom of the transparent glass, there was a layer of tiny impurities settled. He said, "The raindrops are transformed from the clouds. The volume of the raindrops is a million times bigger than the volume of the clouddrops. That is to say, it takes one million clouddrops to form a raindrop..." Jessica blinked and listened to the formation of the raindrops. The little fellow was curious about the world, and the knowledge in the book was explored by himself. When she met such a good listener like Jessica, she talked with great i

It was a dewy and hazy day. I saw a raindrop threatening to fall from the tip of a leaf. I walked to it and bent towards it to take a closer look. It was fascinating to see that how a single raindrop holding on to its might, not to fall. I saw a black figure moving through the raindrop. Strangely I knew who it was before I could lookup. I caught the drop on my palm that fell and raised my eyes to see that black figure.

Caitlyn" died. Unfortunately she was still pregnant. We all were crying for her sorrowful death. She and her unborned baby yet , when the rain stopped, and they covered her face with the white sheet , I was there to witness it all, she suddenly woke up like a corpse ,then screamed high and loud ,and blood were coming from the inside of her wetting the whole bed sheets to the floor, I can remember the smell. till today it is unforgetable thing . suddenly it started raining again but it wasn't normal rain, it was very heavy rain I have never witnessed before , yet it was like waking up to the warmth of the morning , the rain became blooded all crops were stained in red , we only saw red for lo

The torrential storm continued to douse the earth in fresh water, and before long the ground was drenched and inches deep in rich black mud. Once their thirst was quenched, the pups quickly realized that the rain was more of a gift than a curse. Not only did it send all the Jungle’s scary animals running for shelter, but it created some of the biggest, muddiest puddles they’d ever seen in their lives. Riley realized it first, jumping with both feet into a huge puddle and squealing with delight when water went splashing in every direction. “Look at me, look at me!” She cried, hopping into another.

Today I also came to see it. "Why is this gate so high? How do I get past it?” While confused, I walked around the place. I see a path that I can enter. The bushes that make my body scratch when passing through. I can meet her if I pass by this place. Without thinking, my feet ran towards the room where the girl was seen. Before I could only see her from a distance. This time I can see her and talk to him. “Too High ….” I lifted my head to see the open bedroom window. I looked around carefully. "Okay!"

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.

The neon sign of the Obsidian Rose flickered in the puddles, a distorted mockery of the life Zara thought she was building. Standing just outside the golden glow of the entrance, Zara felt the first heavy drops of a monsoon storm hit her shoulders. She didn’t move. The tears streaming down her face were indistinguishable from the rain, but they felt twice as cold.

The patter of the raindrops distracted Maria's attention from the rustling sound that came from behind the bushes. The sky poured out its resentment on earth and drenched the dry ground. The soil became muddy. Maria choked on her cries. She looked up at the sky while hesitantly holding out her palm and felt the cold water drip over her skin. In a daze, Maria had taken a step forward from under the tree, soaking herself under the drizzling rain. Her damp clothes are stuck on her body, outlining the curves inside, making them an almost see-through outfit.

He moved closer, his polished shoes clicking against the wet pavement. As he lifted the umbrella, shadows swallowed his features, creating an aura of mystery that hung heavily in the air. The rain dripped incessantly around them, a symphony of droplets that seemed to echo the tension between them. Suddenly, he called out her name, his voice breaking through the curtain of raindrops. “Dynasty!”