Raya Rain Novels & Stories

We had to be alert. " We set- My words are cut off by the loud roar of the thunder followed by the sound of rain hitting the earth. Fuck. The rain came down in heavy and unforgiving sheets. "Damn it," Shawn muttered. "This will wipe the trail fast." I nod, my jaw clenching. " It will but we move now," Shawn and Sinco agree but as we are about to head out a loud voice booms through the link and freezes me in my tracks. Raiden.

The streets, once dry and quiet, transform into shimmering mirrors as rainwater collects, reflecting the glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of lightning. Sitting inside his car, Jay continues to watch the rain as he also hears the sound of the thunder that just begun. The rain intensifies, transforming into a deluge that drowns out all other sounds. Each droplet becomes a force of nature, colliding with the ground and rooftops with a resounding impact. The rhythmic symphony of rainfall fills the air, drowning out the usual nighttime noises and wrapping the world in a cloak of serenity.

Their quiet heartbeats and the audible breaths were evenly too much to handle as they were another turn-on that made them go on and on. "Do you love it like this or faster?" Rain asked in between. He could see that Ketra was enjoying this but he wanted to be sure. "I love both, I think. As long as it's you, Ray." She could make him change his mind and deliver both energies but again…tonight was all about making love.

Myra said as tears welled up in her eyes. “Don’t cry, don’t ruin the special moment Mr. Whyte would want you to smile today” Monica consoled her. “But I miss him… I miss him today more than ever” Myra said fighting back tears. “I miss him too Myra, I cried so much last night, he was like a son to me,” Tia said as a tear dropped down her cheeks Myra hugged her as they cried and consoled each other. “Stop it, ladies! Myra, you’re ruining your makeup!” Monica cautioned them.

I watch in awe inside of Rain's office. Rain was sitting on his office chair and giving full attention on the monitor in front of him on the table and a scratch papers with pencil on the other side of the table and across of his office chair there was two brown arm chair and in his back was a huge clear glass window that I could see what was happening outside and on the right corner was the huge air conditioner of the room.His walls was also glass but it has some windows which are being closed by an open-close curtain and on my back full of different manga scene and drawings too and there was a long rustic table below which was full of different art materials that are needed for an artist. "

The soil seemed to its richest tone, having bathed in the rain, and the little puddle built its own reservoir to hold the habitat of tiny creatures. “Mommy, it stopped raining. Can we go out?” Raya loomed over the window, intently looking towards the Gazebo they used to sit in and enjoy the view. Raya turned, and a smile knitted on her frown face, watching her mom was ready to spend time with her with canvas and colors.

It’s time- Raine told me. I’ll let you know when to bring the rain, baby- I told her. 11 seconds.

The sky over the city didn’t just rain; it mourned. It was a relentless, punishing deluge that turned the world into a gray, blurred nightmare. For Riya Valderama, every drop felt like a needle against her skin. She stumbled through the thick, cloying mud of the outskirts, her breath hitching in ragged, shallow gasps. Each movement sent a flare of white-hot agony through her side—a jagged reminder of Jason’s heavy hand from only an hour ago.

*Ryatt* I tap my pen against my thigh as I lean back in my desk chair. The view beyond the windows in my office is blurred by a gray haze of drizzling rain. It’s late winter, dawning on spring, which means it’s the rainy season in Veiled Valley. Every morning the sun shines and gives a false sense of warmer weather before the clouds roll in off the mountains–heavy and dark–and rattle the entire valley with storms. Ella doesn’t seem to mind the rain. She likes the thunder and lightning, from what I’ve gathered. The weeks we’ve spent in Veiled Valley have been slow and relatively easy now that we’ve come to some kind of an agreement about the nature of our relationship.

"Tell me about the rain. What was it like?" Lyra's eyes lit up. "It was music! It tap-tap-tapped on the roof of our cottage. It made the puddles in the lane dance, and after, everything smelled clean and new, and the whole world was washed shiny." She hugged her knees. "Mama said the rain was the sky's way of helping things grow. She said we should always be thankful for the rain."