Sleep Rain Novels & Stories

I can feel moisture in the air itself, waiting, ready to obey. I extend my hand over the flowers, focusing on the pull inside me. A second passes, and then another, before the sky above responds. Rain falls, not in delicate drops, but in a sudden downpour, drenching the flowers and the ground beneath my feet. I watch in stunned silence as the rain cascades down, soaking everything in its path.

_____________________________________________________________________ Rainy day Pronunciation /ˌreɪnɪ ˈdeɪ/ NOUN 1. A day characterized or dominated by rainfall; (Meteorology) = rain day . 2. figurative A possible future time of hardship or relative poverty. Frequently in "for (also against) a rainy day". ________________________________________________________________________ 6 / 11 / 2021

The sensation of the rain on her face was both soothing and cleansing, providing a momentary respite from her emotional turmoil. She remained knelt and seated on the ground, her body trembling with sobs. The dizziness that had plagued her earlier had not subsided, making it difficult to stand. As the rain continued to pour, she was surprised to discover that she was no longer getting wet. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred by tears, and saw that a large umbrella was being held over her. The rain, which had been more relentless, now seemed to be falling around her, leaving her dry and protected.

I say right before I disconnect the call, turn off the device, and put it into my back pocket. For this I need to be alone. … MONDAY MORNING BEGINS WITH RAIN, a slight drizzle that becomes a quick downpour as the day progresses. It's a day of mourning. No one officially died, but it feels as if I've lost everything important in my life. I sit on my bed and watch the raindrops as they slide down the window over the darkening sky outside.

Making the glass blurry. Sameer parks his car on the side and both waits for the rain to stop. The rainy season is also called the season of love. Both together in the car. Empty road. And a romantic atmosphere. "Let us get wet in the Rain and get drenched in Love."

(Almira's POV) It’s raining again. Not the kind of storm that rips trees apart or makes the sky look like it’s bleeding—just a soft, persistent drizzle. It slicks the earth, darkens the windowpanes, and blankets the world in a hush. Everything feels quieter in the rain.

she said with a gentle smile. The man nodded kindly. Rosa turned. Her eyes naturally drifted toward the glass windows of the café and that’s when she saw it. Rain! Soft, delicate drops were streaming down the glass like silver threads. Rosa gasped quietly and walked toward the entrance. The soft drizzle shimmered under the café lights, casting tiny ripples in the puddles outside. Her eyes lit up, purple irises reflecting the tiny raindrops like gemstones. The first rain of summer. Rosa pressed her hand against the cool glass with round eyes. Her lips parted in awe. The streetlights outside glowed warmer. The sky looked like it was crying gently but it didn’t feel sad.

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

It was already past midnight and it's currently 1:30 am early in the morning when I just woke up early to drink some water and when I heard some noises coming from Rain's room I immediately went inside and thank goodness it was unlock and just to see Rain was struggling probably in his nightmare and I'm still inside in his room trying to wake him up while also on top of him so that I would be comfortable on waking him up properly. "Crap! What should I do to him!? He's not calming down!"I started to panick which I ran outside of his room and full a glass of water from the sink and went back to his room and splash the water in his face. *SPLASH* *COUGHING* "R-Rain!"I finally sighted in relief

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