Rainworld Novels & Stories

I kissed her with my entire being as she gave her weakness and emotions to me, kissing my lips back passionately. When we pulled away to catch our breath, I hugged her closer while she buried her head in my neck. We stayed silent, relishing each other presence while we listened to the sound of the continuous rain. After a moment, she spoke out softly, sending warmth through my skin. “For years, I thought that the rain was the last thing I felt from the world itself after the accident. So I started to hate it, resent it but after all my memories came back, I realized that it was the first thing I felt in my entire life. And I am thankful now that even in a slightest moment, I experienced the

The clouds darkened, and rain poured down relentlessly, causing panic among the wedding party. Evelyn's heart sank as she watched the weather take a turn for the worse. It seemed as if all their efforts were about to be washed away. She clung to Richard’s hand, trying to find strength in their love. Just as they were about to consider moving the ceremony indoors, something miraculous happened. The rain suddenly stopped, and a beautiful rainbow appeared across the sky, bathing the garden in a vibrant spectrum of colours. Evelyn couldn't believe her eyes. It was as if the universe was giving them it's blessing. She felt a sense of awe and wonder, knowing that everything happened for a reason,

She knew she’d never make it back up the mountainside, so instead, she’d continued downwards. She’d struggled to stay calm as the last light of day slowly slipped away. The trail was muddy and slippery, and she fell several times. Luckily, she’d managed to grab nearby trees to stop her from barreling all the way down the mountain. She thought about hiding under a tree and just waiting for the rain to stop. But lightning bolted through the sky and thunder clapped, frightening her to her core. She was soaked right through her clothes and still, the rain kept falling. Amelia had never experienced a rainstorm like this. It was vicious and violent, unlike the showers back home or during her stay

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

Alice sensed that Lana was likely overwhelmed by the hurt inflicted by Liam, making it challenging for her to see beyond the pain. "Well, it's your choice," Alice sighed. After offering some words of consolation to Lana, Alice eventually left Lana's office. Observing the overcast sky through the window, Lana murmured to herself, "It looks like rain is on the horizon." Summer had made its entrance, bringing along the rainy season in Dawsbury. During this annual period, Dawsbury City was enveloped in endless rainfall. Unlike many who found the rain cumbersome, Lana took pleasure in it. Having grown up in the mountains with Marcel, where the climate resembled perpetual spring and rainfall was c

The rain had just ceased, leaving behind a symphony of glistening droplets on every surface. The world outside the window had transformed into a watercolor painting, where hues of green and brown melded seamlessly with the gray clouds still lingering in the sky. It was a scene that captured the essence of a monsoon morning—refreshing, rejuvenating, and utterly captivating.

Its rhythm was strange—the rain against the glass, soft yet unrelenting, like the heartbeat of a restless city mourning secrets it could never bury. Elena sat by the window in Damian’s mansion, her fingers tracing fogged lines on the cold pane, watching the garden drown beneath the downpour. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled, low and brooding, echoing the storm that refused to quiet inside her.

POV ESMERAY The rain was no longer a drizzle; it was a torrential assault that turned the world into a blur of gray and black. I clung to Ruan’s back, my fingers aching from how tightly I was gripping his leather vest. The highway felt endless, a ribbon of wet asphalt cutting through the desolate landscape of northern California. Every time a car’s headlights appeared in the distance, my heart stopped, waiting for the flash of a Viper’s muzzle or the screech of tires. But Ruan didn't flinch. He leaned into the wind, the roar of his Harley a defiant challenge to the storm.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

During those seven years, I helped Michael Spencer pay off his debts and worked alongside him until he became the company’s general manager. Almost all of my daily necessities were “secondhand.” I picked up a decade-old flip phone to use, and mended an old coat with the padding falling out to wear. Even our dishcloth was something I had salvaged from the old rags that the neighbors discarded when they moved. Back then, Michael would always hold me close. His eyes were filled with tenderness. “Nancy, just wait a little longer. “Once things get better, I’ll definitely throw you the wedding of a lifetime.” I believed him. That was until the seventh year, at the wedding rehearsal, when h