Sleep Rain Novels & Stories

She told him and left. Their eyes went wide, shocked, and then glared at her back. "Damn old hag!" they said, gritting their teeth as they turned to Hail. "Hail..." they called as they lowered their heads, looking at Sylv in Jun's arms. Hail is just standing, not moving an inch as rain falls. "Sylv..." he called. His voice is soft and low. They are not sure if they heard him sob, but they are sure that the weather is reflecting his feelings. His tears are mixing with falling raindrops.

I cannot even imagine the things going through his mind right now. We get through the day. Today is another slow day. It is actually dull and looks like it will rain any second. I have always loved the rainy weather. It just gives me a sense of calm. I love the smell of rain as it hits the ground. I love the sound of rain as it hits the roof. It makes me feel safe. In high school, when I had insomnia, I would put on some rainy sounds to get to sleep. But I always love the rain when I am in the house. I do not like being rained on. And so I kept on wishing that it did not rain throughout the day.

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.

Ashes and Rain The rain came softly. Not the storm of anger or judgment, but a gentle, forgiving drizzle that fell from the sky like a sigh of peace. It carried with it the scent of smoke and soil, of endings turned to beginnings. Every drop shimmered faintly, catching the red light of the Blood Moon until the whole valley seemed to glow from within. Lyra stood beneath the rain, her hair plastered against her skin, her eyes glimmering with tears she didn’t bother to hide.

The phone rang until it switched to voicemail. "Hello, this is Miss Lynch, Rainie's homeroom teacher. Rainie didn't come to school today and didn't request leave. Is she sick? Please contact the school as soon as possible." Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across my desk. My textbooks for today's classes sat there in neat stacks. After school, I had planned to buy the new art album released this week. Now I would never need it. My soul drifted without control and followed the direction my family had gone.

I breathed in the fresh air and sighed in satisfaction at the feeling of peace that came alongside my action. At first it drizzled, but after a few minutes, it began to rain heavily with thunder and lightning, signifying the torrential downpour of precipitation. I made a dash for the open window and thankfully, I closed it in time to avoid any of the rain water getting into my room. It was the first rain in the month of June. I gleefully scampered out of my bedroom and into the living room, excited to start my day, but my joy was brought to an ultimate end when I sighted Adrian.

Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body. I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest defying the cold of the rain. We stood there, kissing in the rain as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees. I

*** The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the entire city of New York without mercy. The night was eerily quiet; even the usual roar of vehicles on the highway was absent. Only the patter of raindrops on the asphalt and the rumble of thunder breaking the pitch-black sky could be heard. In the midst of the downpour, Anastasia stood beneath a deserted city bus stop. She clutched her suitcase tightly, her clothes and body slowly soaking as there wasn't enough shelter to keep her dry.

Raising my arms, the clouds turn gray and everyone could see the lightning as it came closer and closer before hitting me and rain falling. "Pluvia. Pluvia. Pluet super nos omnes. Pluvia. Pluvia. Pluet super nos, et purifica nos. Imbribus, iterum nos sanos fac." (Rainfall. Rainfall. Rain on us all. Rainfall. Rainfall. Rain on us and purify us. Rainfall, make us whole again.) - I say out loud.

I соvеr mу fасе аnd sob some mоrе, ѕtuсk оut here оn thе соld, rаіnу ѕtrееt. Thе rain іѕ a соnѕtаnt drіzzlе nоw. It’ѕ the tуре that mаkеѕ уоu mіѕеrаblе аnd соld but dоеѕn’t soak you tо the bone. I mаnаgе to рull myself tоgеthеr.