Sleep Rain Novels & Stories

{‘Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.’} The rain was pouring hard over the damp soil of the cemetery. Looking up, the sky seemed in agony and in greatest sympathy. I gripped my black umbrella hard as I refused to accept that the person inside the casket deserved this kind of cry from heaven.

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.

I assure him, my heart light and free when I realize it’s true. “Here.” The bear hands me a bottle of water. “You need to drink something.” I recognize the bottle as one of Santiago’s fancy imported waters. My vampire master wouldn’t waste something so fancy on me. I don’t know if I can tell the bear that. With a grunt, the bear pushes the water on me, and I don’t protest. I’m parched. The water is cool, almost sweet, and I drain the whole bottle.

Maya woke Thursday morning to gray light and the sound of rain against her window. She lay still, listening. The drops were steady. Rhythmic. She'd learned to recognize the patterns now. This was the kind that lasted all day. The kind that soaked through her jacket before she made it to the corner. Her phone buzzed. Idris: You awake? Barely. It's raining here too. It's always raining there. Not always. Sometimes it snows.

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.

Kalix stands amidst the downpour, his body drenched by the rain, the cold droplets mingling with the tears that stream down his face. It feels as though even the heavens are weeping for Audrey, their sorrow manifesting in the tempest that surrounds him. As the rain continues to fall, a relentless deluge that soaks him to the bone, Kalix stands before Audrey's gravestone, lost in a bittersweet reverie of memories. The droplets of rain blur his vision, mingling with the tears that flow freely down his cheeks, a poignant reflection of the storm raging within his heart.

My throat felt better, with the send Watching the gentle downpour, each raindrop felt like a refreshing caress. The rhythmic pitter-patter created a soothing melody, and as I closed my eyes, the cool droplets fanned my face because of a light breeze. The earthy scent of wet soil filled the air, and at that moment, I embraced the joy of being blessed by the rain. I remained as if the little water was doing me some good. The sound of the rain was like a sort of ASMR.

He had seemed kind and genuinely interested in helping. Just as Olivia's thoughts were spiraling into despair, the heavy sound of thunderstorm disrupted her reverie. The sky grew dark, and the air was electric with anticipation. And then, almost immediately, the rain started dropping, drumming a soothing melody on the pavement. Olivia felt a pang of gratitude for having carried her umbrella that morning. She opened it, and the soft whoosh of the fabric provided a comforting canopy against the rain.

Isabella - Rain. Not the kind that’s cold, harsh, or makes you miserable. No, this was a nice, pleasant summer rain—one of those gentle showers that make everything glisten and smell like freshly cut grass and wet pavement. Perfect weather for... whatever adults do after work. For me, it was just another day trying to survive Logan Sinclair.

“I’m doing the opposite of a rain dance in my head.” He chuckled and held her hand. “I love rainy nights, it calms me, but not like this one, I love gentle rains, just a drizzle, no lightning, no thunder, just the skies sprinkling some of their sweat into you.” He chuckled again. “You appreciate the sunlight in the morning more after a rainy night.” He paused and looked at her. “Like how I appreciate you after those rumors ended, you‘re my sunshine after that rainy night and it wasn’t just a drizzle, it was a thunderstorm,” he continued. “With thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me.”