She Loves The Rain Novels & Stories

Back then, she didn't get it. He'd never seen a future with her—wasn't about to chase some stupid tree for love. So she went anyway. Packed her bag, told no one. And it rained. Hard. She got stranded on the mountain. She never found the tree—but she did find Nolan. Soaked. Furious. Eyes wild. Before she could say a word, he started shouting. She just stood there, stunned, heart crumbling. Then—he pulled her in. Tight. Like he'd almost lost her for good.

“I know.” She looks down at me, cradling me closer. “We’ll call her Rain. Because even after fire… something always falls from the sky to heal the land.” Warmth spreads through me. Not power. Love. Simple. Fierce. Undying love. The vision fades slowly this time. Storm finally speaks, her voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. “ You were never abandoned, Rain. You were protected. They were meant to find you.” The darkness closes again—but it doesn’t feel empty now.

"And this is only the beginning." Keira watched the first raindrops fall. "Maybe it has something to do with the unpredictable weather? Do you think we can trust the Commander?" She suddenly asked. She loved the rain, the sound always seemed to calm her down. Rain had its own beat, like applause after a show, or the sound of a herd of horses hoofs when they run. She closed her eyes and could almost see the drops dancing from one leaf to another and then finally splashing on the ground.

She squinted at the clouded sky before closing her eyes, feeling the rain slowly soaking her dress. Nick pushed her face close to his chest, shielding her from raindrops. He felt a familiar warmth spreading through his insides as he stared down at her. Her eyes were closed and lip slightly parted. Some raindrops sliding down her flawless skin. She looked serene. Without him knowing, his lips curled into a gentle smile. He wasn't a fan of drenching in rain but with her, it felt like a welcoming adventure.

There’s nothing mom can do to stop me, unless she kill me of cos. Just when I thought everything is normal and shiny, the rain fell heavily. ________________ #Cheryl This rain is one thing I like and I don’t, I like when it fell on me, I hate when it makes me cold. Surprisingly, me and Hans had same class today, oh maybe it cos English classes are sometimes general, and I can’t help but notice this hatred glance the new guy is throwing at him.

And she won't let Sophia ruin that peace. Her eyes is closed until something wet touches her skin. She opened her eyes and looked up to the sky. The sky becomes darker when the moon hide behind the heavy clouds. She stretched her hand and catch a raindrop. The raindrops started to slowly fall and she had no intention of taking a step inside of the house, instead she put the glass that she is holding on the table then she closed her eyes. The raindrops cascading from the sky makes a distinct sound as it touches the ground. Every drop is kissing her skin; it is cold, and somehow feels like it is mending her soul.

As an exploration geologist, I'm caught in a landslide during a mission, and one of my arms is crushed. Before we set out, our exploration team has accurately predicted the weather. There's no chance of heavy rain that day. It isn't until I overhear my wife, Diana Nelson, talking to a doctor friend that I learn the truth. "Diana, you knew Adam was going out on a mission that day, yet you spent a fortune on creating cloud seeding just to get him injured and eventually cost him an arm. You really went too far for Flynn." Diana frowns. "Who told him to care so much about that exploration project? The only way the project can go to Flynn is if Adam gets disabled. "Otherwise, Flynn will be s

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

Now that she was standing before him, all she ever wanted was to affectionately put her sincerest feelings in words. 'I miss you.' Her eyes deeply dived in Jeremy's eyes filled with unspoken yearning. "I feel the same." She uttered words, finally. A radiant smile was on her face. The rain kept pouring. Jeremy hated rain because every time the sky cried, it would always bring him gloomy despair. But at the moment, he could no longer feel that killing grief. Because of the girl in front of her and this dream-like encounter, the sound of the weeping sky became a beautiful melody in an instant.

She loved the rain, loved the drops of water coming from the sky, loved the feeling of the rain falling on her body, and the numbing cold when her whole body was drenched with rain. All that strange love was formed from a childhood of so many hardships that lasted for twenty years. Her fragile hand raised in the air to catch some of the falling water, causing it to splash into tiny rays that flew straight into her face, and then she smiled to herself. She didn't know that this image had caught the eye of the pianist who was standing just an iron railing from her because he and she both reached out to play in the rain. When she felt that she had played enough and wanted to go back to the room