Sleep Rain Novels & Stories

Even Rain was getting annoyed and wanted to sleep in the bathtub. Rain wakes me up at 6:30am and tells me Sam is close. She says If everyone wakes up and comes with us. They might scare her off. I’m able to sneak out without anyone waking up. I’m guessing no one got any sleep, so when they passed out from exhaustion, they were out cold.

Alison schooled her. “I don’t want to break up, break ups are too stressful I saw you cry through your breakups, I don’t want same for myself” Myra said. “I cried but it made me grow, I learned and now I’m wiser and a much better lover” Alison bragged. Myra made funny faces at her as they walked to Alison’s dormitory. Myra stayed there for a while and by the time she left it was raining she grabbed an umbrella and walked briskly to her hostel when she got there she saw a man standing in front of her hostel soaking wet in his shirt and trousers. Myra gasped as he turned around.

As I returned to my hometown, gentle winds brushed my hair, the scent of grass and soil tickling my nose. I'd wandered far away from home in my early years, but time out there had made me wiser. Now, I understood that home was where I chose to stay. A storm had passed, and old leaves had fallen. When spring came, new shoots would sprout. I would be there, basking in the sunlight, while the scent of flowers fluttered in the air. Life was good.

The rain complicated things. Jeremy leaned on the open barn door, staring out at the pasture as the sky opened. He’d ridden in only moments earlier, barely escaping being drenched from head to toe. The gentle patter of the fat raindrops hitting the ground echoed inside the barn, and the scent of damp spring grass hung in the air. At least they’d managed to get most of the ranch work done. The rain would cause minor issues with visibility on the recon mission tonight, and the damp evening wasn’t favorable calving conditions, but he enjoyed the sound all the same.

Far away, thunder rumbled faintly across the sky, signaling a coming storm. And as the first cold raindrop fell onto her hand, Sheila finally allowed herself to cry without holding back, her quiet sobs blending into the growing rain around her — washing away the fragile happiness she had only just begun to believe in.

The day went by with interactions, presentations, and a cheerful smile plastered across her lips this whole time. Soon, she completed her work and came out when heavy thunders deafened her ears, and the rain welcomed her. It brought a richness to each hue, the browns deepen in a way that soothes her heart and brought a steadiness to her soul. "Wow! Rain kissed me on my memorable day." She waited for a while, hoping it would get stopped, but the rain isn't about to end. As her sneakers touched the road, they were bathed in the newly bequeathed rain. "Shit!" She tapped her forehead and opened her mobile.

I found myself thinking about supper and writing a diary to share the details of my days without him later. A cool drop landed on my face, then another, halting me in my tracks. I looked up just as the sky opened, soft droplets falling onto my hair, my sleeves, and my long skirt. The fabric darkened, clinging to me, but I didn't step back. Instead, I laughed under my breath and stretched my hands outwards, my palms up, welcoming the rain. “Rain is a sign of blessing.” I murmured to myself, closing my eyes. “The moon goddess must be in a very good mood today.”

Victoria called from the front door before disappearing with her mate, Micah, and his date. I looked over at Raina who started twirling around in the rain, the happiest smile I’d ever seen on her face. She took the hair tie out of her hair, which was now fanning out around her. She looked like she belonged in the rain - like she was made for it. I didn’t know how that was possible but seeing her wet and unleashed, I’d never seen her look more beautiful. Nor had I ever seen her so happy. “Love,” I started. “You’re going to get sick.”

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

Serena’s POV I woke up this morning to the soft sound of rain tapping against the window. Not the angry kind that pounds and screams, but the gentle kind that whispers, that promises to wash the world clean. The kind of rain that makes you want to stay in bed just a little longer, curled up under the blanket with the one you love.