Raya Rain Novels & Stories

I nodded and let him pull me away, not even glancing at the mopey shadow trailing behind us. The carousel spun, music soft and dreamy. Rainbow horses danced up and down. Sunlight kissed Archie's grinning face. This? This is happiness. He's everything.

In her childhood, she always thought that rain was magical and something entirely out of the ordinary that added a mysterious wet drop to this cruel dry world. The rain was beautiful and was trying hard for its existence in the darkness. She smiled as she slowly opened the window and played with the water droplets. "Are you broken just like me?", Arika whispered as she stared at the cold rain droplets on her palm. "Are you sad just like me?", Arika's eyes were staring at the dark sky full of thunder and rain. The water was cold and started to numb her hands. She felt sadness surging into her whole system. She shook her head and left the window, walking straight to her seat.

he asked. Yris looked at Raeyan, then sighed. “Raeyan… do you recall that when you and Raine were young… Raine fell from the tree?” he asked. Raeyan paused, then nodded in affirmation. “Yes. That time, Raine was climbing a tree while trying to follow a cat.” He spoke. “But he was still so small so he fell. And then…” he said, when suddenly he paused as he thought of something. “It can’t be – ?” he stared at Yris.

The rain had become a character in their story over the decades. It had started everything that first night in Manhattan—cold, relentless, soaking through Elena's coat as she stood outside the bar trying to decide whether to go home alone or let the stranger buy her one more drink. It had returned on the night she showed Alexander the blackmail photos, standing frozen in her Brooklyn kitchen while the sky opened above the city. It had fallen softly on their wedding day in the garden, turning the grass slick and making the flowers smell sharper. It had drummed against the windows the night Amara was born, a steady heartbeat outside while Elena labored inside. It had whispered through the palm

Cain giggles. “You know if you keep it up, you’ll create a downpour at the Judgment Road and it’ll hinder the soul to run the judgment.” He states. Altarria emerges from the transparent. She looks stunning as usual. She giggles. “That’s a great idea. It’ll cloud your vision too.” She says. She releases an arrow to the sky and it creates a huge thunderbolt. The sky becomes darker than before and it’s boiled by the thunder. A downpour engulfs the Judgment Road.

Raya muttered to herself as she hauled down a taxi before realizing that she did not have any penny on her, that she might have to go to the bank to withdraw the last of her savings and then hope that it lasts her until she finally gets a job. She sighed as she realized just how terrible things were, no house, no job and really no plan for the future, all she had going on for her was faith and hope that things would get better somehow. Raya checked her phone for the hundredth time to see if her best friend Mimi had finally returned her calls, the sun was getting hotter like ad if it had a personal vendetta against Raya, her throat was parched, she longed for the refreshing feel of water but…

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.

As the rain continued to fall, wrapping them in a cloak of serenity and love, they shared a moment of quiet joy and gratitude, their hearts uplifted by the symphony of raindrops that echoed the eternal cycle of growth, renewal, and the enduring beauty of the world around them. The rain painted a tranquil tableau outside, its gentle presence a reminder of nature's ever-present embrace. Mama Hazel and Theo sat in the cozy living room, wrapped in the soothing melody of the rain, their hearts attuned to the symphony of water droplets and the rustle of leaves swaying in the breeze.

Everything was an illusion. "Rain Water is the second solar term of the 24 solar terms. The celestial longitude of the sun is 330 degrees. Its three characteristics are river otters displaying fish, swan geese coming, and plants budding. The splashing of rain brings the vitality of spring..." said Ding Hao to himself with closed eyes.