Raindrop Book Novels & Stories

{'You are more than the choices that you've made. You are more than the sum of your past mistake. You are more than the problems you create.'} Watching my angel walking towards her little home, I couldn't take away the goofy grin on my beautiful face. Even if the drops of the rain were like tears continuously falling down from the dark clouds, it was like a thousand blessings that couldn't seem to bind from the sky to fall on me. I couldn't believe I caught her easily like that. I guess this was a new year with my new pretty doll.

As for the teachers many of them whom I knew had already left and as for Mrs Fiona, my boss she had no car and I would not embarrass myself and ask her for money. I then realized that I had no one to call for help. Why did that bus have to weirdly stop working? To make it worse, heavy rain then decided this was the right time to start heavily pouring and let’s not forget dear lightning as he also decided to join the party too. Why was this happening to me now? Could I not just have a nice sunny happy last day before I died? I thought as my hair, clothes, backpack and favorite book were now soaking wet. Luckily the now wet book was mine not from the library.

Hurry up, I don't want you wasting too much water, caution Luna with kara going to the bathroom " ********** The rain fell with an almost punishing force, its relentless onslaught dousing everything in its path. Ryder sat alone on his varanda, his clothes clinging to his shivering body, while his eyes remained fixated on the night sky. Through the torrential downpour, he strained to catch a glimpse of the distant stars, seeking solace in their steady glow. But tonight, even their celestial beauty failed to soothe his troubled mind.

Soft droplets of rain began to fall from the open roof window, refreshing the room. My movements grew more intricate with each twirl and leap, my energy intertwining with the falling rain, creating a magical symphony of motion and sound. The incantations worked their magic, one by one, as the pack members joined me in the dance, surrendering to the rain's embrace. The room was filled with joy and electric energy as pack members spun, twirled, and laughed, their movements blending seamlessly with the falling rain. Apollo rushed toward me, our hands intertwining as we locked eyes. He lifted me in his strong arms, spinning me around as we danced under the cascading raindrops.

The clear sky above them had gradually given way to dark rain clouds, casting a somber atmosphere over the scene. As raindrops began to fall, the pace quickened, as if nature itself was urging Vanya to respond to Kevin's heartfelt confession. ‌ Vanya's mind raced, her emotions in turmoil. The raindrops splashed against her skin, mingling with the tears welling up in her eyes. She was torn between the fear of losing Kevin's friendship and the possibility of embracing something more.

Did anyone know? Fuck, I couldn’t breathe. A great crash of thunder sounded and the wind began to pick up speed. I could feel myself drowning, that darkness threatening to take me under. I felt warm hands and strong tingles encase my face as the first rain drop fell. “Raina,” came Xander’s voice, but all I could see was the death of my parents over and over again. The wicked smile Arrick wore as he ran my father through was on replay. “Raina please. Calm down.”

Chapter 33 BRIANNA’S POV ***** Outside, the downpour was descending heavily. I stood by the window, my breath creating a small mist on the glass as I peered outside. The rhythmic tap-tap of raindrops against the windowpane created a soothing melody that evoked nostalgic memories in me.

Glimpses of umbrellas and buses and the distant flicker of a crosswalk signal. Everything moves, and everything changes. He stops at a red light. Rain dots the windshield again. Riley's mind drifts away. Amanda's past is like a drop of rain that has long since blended into his world; what will it take for him to separate this drop of rain alone? She has started forward but I stay put. He rolls up the window again. The rain begins as a whisper, a soft murmur against the glass, like nature sharing secrets in hushed tones.

Rain exclaimed suddenly, perhaps after sensing River, her face lighting up as she saw her. River knelt down in front of the children, forcing another smile on her face. "Hey there, squirts," she said, her voice strained. "How are you two doing?" Leo shrugged, his attention still focused on his drawing. Rain, however, tilted her head and looked up at River with her big, amber eyes. "Mommy, you look sad," she said, her voice small and filled with concern. "Did a bad man make you cry? Should we go get Lord Draven to come to break their necks like this…”

: The Children Who Remembered --- Rain comes with silence. Not a roar or a storm. Just a soft, steady whisper on the red earth — as if the sky is rinsing memory from the ground. The drops sizzle against the ash but do not boil. They soothe. Mira stands on the ridge above the Mouth, her cloak soaked through. She doesn’t move. She watches the land breathe again. Below her, the vines at the hill’s center have stopped twitching.