Raindrop Book Novels & Stories

🩷 🍒 . The night was restless, the rain falling in heavy, steady sheets that drummed against the glass walls of the penthouse. Aradhya stood silently in the balcony, her fingers curling over the steel railing as she stared at the rain cascading from the dark sky. The city below was a blur of shimmering lights and moving shadows, but her eyes were fixed on the droplets gliding down the glass.

I’m not gonna touch her, just lie beside her. But when I get to my bedroom, the blankets are on the floor. The glass of juice is drained, empty like my bed. My fox is gone.

The storm had weakened considerably by the time Leesa and Cali headed for the library after dinner. It was still raining, but nowhere near as hard as it had been that morning, and the wind had died down to almost nothing. Still, it was a cold, wet night, and both girls were wearing raincoats and carrying umbrellas. Since it had rained all day, the sidewalks and streets were minefields of giant puddles that reflected pale golden circles of light from the streetlights above. The falling raindrops made the reflections shimmer and dance. Leesa imagined that some of the puddles might be deep enough to dive into, though of course she knew that was foolish.

I wasn't sure just how much longer they were going to hold back before letting loose. We had just passed by the hot dog stand again when a crack of thunder made me jump. Owen laughed and pulled me close to him, draping his arm around my shoulder. I smiled up at him and felt something wet land on my cheek. I touched it with my fingertips, confused for a moment until a second heavy drop landed square on my nose. Owen and I looked right at one another with realization that it was raining just as the down pour started.

I halt to a stop, peel my eyes open. I’m on a ledge. It’s nighttime. It’s raining. Acadia Academy is stretched out below me, the buildings tiny, the trees even smaller like I’m looking at a miniature model. Raindrops pelt down at me, drenching my hair, my clothes, my skin, down to my bones. A cold breeze cuts through me, making me shiver. I should get down. The ledge is slippery. It’s dangerous. “But you just want to fall, don’t you?”

Ok, storm next week prepare for storm. The sound of rain tapping on the metal roof-a metallic ping, reaches Melody’s ears. Rain just a little today. A Sunday Coastal Summer rain. The kind that gives you permission to slow down, relax, and wait. She lies still for a moment, listening. A conversation between water and tin. She looks out the window. A rhythmic drizzle, has transformed parts of the wooden deck into a fluid mirror, casting a trembling reflection of a nearby wavering palm tree. Inverted, upside down, stretching and warping, in the liquid glass. Each raindrop, blurs the reflection, splashing, bouncing up and back down, causing a collision of ripples- water rings spread out, border

“Come in before you freeze to death.” Marcus stepped aside immediately. “Get inside, quickly.” I stumbled in, water dripping everywhere. The cabin was small but warm, with a stone fireplace crackling and a few sturdy wooden chairs and a couch. “I’m Scarlett,” I said, teeth chattering. “My car broke down about half a mile back. No signal on my phone. Can I stay here until the rain stops or I can get help?” Noah closed the door behind me. “Of course. I’m Noah. This is Marcus. We’re also stuck here because of the storm. We came for a quiet writing trip.”

She kicked one of my books further away. “What are you gonna do, cry to the teacher?” I felt my eyes sting. People were whispering and staring. I just wanted the ground to open and swallow me. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed Lana’s wrist before she could push me. “Touch her again and I’ll make sure you regret it.” My heart skipped. It was Kai. He stood there tall and intimidating, his jaw tight. Lana’s confident smirk faltered when she saw who it was. Everyone knew Kai; popular, respected, and not someone you wanted to mess with. And he's everyone's crush.

At midnight, It was pouring down, the blustering wind carried the frenzied drops in wild swirling one moment and the other moment it was washing Seoul so beautifully. However, it was not glorious for Jin-Ae. The sound of raindrops is a meticulous lullaby, everyone loves listening and relishing it whereas, it was a trouble for her. Every drop was miserable and disastrous for Jin-Ae. She ran behind a tesla, barefoot, weeping and not caring about being a total mess.

The storm has arrived and under the cover of the night sky, nature unleashes its fury in the form of a relentless rainstorm. As the first raindrops fall, they patter gently against his car surface, creating a soothing melody that contrasts with the impending intensity. The streets, once dry and quiet, transform into shimmering mirrors as rainwater collects, reflecting the glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of lightning.