Sleep Rain Novels & Stories

Rain’s POV It seemed I had just fallen asleep next to my mate a few minutes ago. He gently kissed me awake and said,” My love it’s time to get up and get ready to go to the pack house. I sense the others are awake and anxious to get started.” I didn’t want to move but I got out of bed knowing that we had to find Rod and Lynn’s pup before something bad happened to baby Jeremy. I quickly hurried to the bathroom and did my morning routine. I didn’t want to take too long so I quickly showered and dried my hair before brushing it and tying it back in a high ponytail. I understood all my new powers very well and knew that just thinking of clothes would make them appear on my body. Within a few min

he said "I'll pass" "I insist" "You can make me listen to it but you can't make me develop interest in it" he asserted. I felt my strength draining away from the not-so-long conversation and didn't want to argue further so I threw my hands up in surrender. Let's save the argument for another day, I thought, then I caught myself in mid-thought. Another day? Was I subconsciously wishing to see this Tim again? I scoffed at my thoughts. The rain had stopped then and the perfect curvature of the rainbow cast over the evening sky.

Sherly glanced up at the darkening clouds with a frown, realizing that they were in for a thorough soaking if they didn't seek shelter soon. "It looks like we're in for a bit of a downpour," she remarked, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. This kind of weather is what she hates the most. Rain. She despised rain more than anything else in her life. Whenever there's rain, there's pain. George nodded in agreement, unable to see Sherly's expression that she had made for a second. His expression resigned but was not discouraged. "Yeah, it's really coming down," he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

“No fucking way. Is that what I think it is?” The little droplets of rain falling on our bodies was enough to answer her question. “You jinxed it.” I glared at Reign. “How could I have known it was actually going to rain?” Reign spluttered, just as another thunder reverberated the earth, louder than the last one. Soon the drizzle turned into a light downpour. “Oh my God, what do we do?”

Aurora Rain has always had a special place in my heart, the splattering noise of drops hitting the pavement, the sweet smell of wet mud and the soft rainy breeze makes my heart flutter with excitement and awe. But today, everything feels different, like for instance, the usual rainy clouds look gloomier than ever and there is a slight sadness in the air. I don’t know if it’s just me or if the universe is playing some sick game, but my spirits are down and I feel awful.

Sophia’s POV The rain poured down heavily, accompanied by flashes of lightning and mumbling thunder. I stood at the hospital window, watching it fall with hypnotic rhythm. Despite the gray skies and the cold wind creeping through the cracks of the old windowpane, there was something oddly peaceful about it. The droplets raced down the glass like tiny rivers, their chaotic descent matching the turmoil inside me. Yet, somehow, the sound was calming — as if the heavens knew my pain and wept with me.

RAINE’S POV Maybe it was good that I got sick. I am always living life on the fast lane. Always busy with work, or with one of my playthings… Rest didn’t come easy, and I hardly welcomed it. To me rest was a thirty minute swim, multiple glasses of wine before bed, and my regular five to six hours of sleep. In the last 72 hours I have gotten more sleep than I’ve had in months. Looking at myself now as I prepare for a hopefully successful Saturday night, I look rejuvenated. My dark skin looks to be glowing all on its own.

Dark clouds rolled in, casting an ominous shadow over the woods, and rain began to fall. The raindrops danced on the lake's surface, forming ripples that merged and spread outwards, as if to mirror the turmoil within Delaney's heart. She didn't seem affected by the sudden change in weather, for she knew that the rain was an extension of her own emotions. The heavens were weeping with her, and she embraced the downpour, letting it mingle with her tears.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

She prayed, naively thinking God had the power to keep him away from her. ............ "Looks like rain's coming," Giovanni remarked, offering a mug of steaming coffee to her. Sera shot a brief glance at the mug before tilting her head up. The sky was indeed heavy with rolling clouds, their dark rims promising a heavy downpour. Her mouth curved into an unconscious smile. She loved rain. The freshness it brings, the scent of damp earth, the melody of rain meeting ground- she loved everything about it. There was something very calm, very healing about rain.