Sleep Rain Novels & Stories

I also got up to take him outside. When Rum left, I stayed outside first. I looked up at the sky. The sky is dark. I don't see a single star, it looks like it's raining. I went out the gate to take a walk outside. This is what I want, this is what I always look forward to, the rain. When it rains, I shed my tears, which I often hold back. I feel that when I cry while the heavy rain is pouring down, I have sympathy. As I was walking was the gradual dripping of raindrops. I looked up at the sky again, at the same time my tears kept falling. I don't know what I did wrong to be punished like this. It would be nice if it was just me, if no one was affected — but because my children are involved.

I wanna see him! It was raining, to put it simply. The clouds were gray as they showered the city beneath them in a gentle rain. The day was a gloomy one, but the weather had nothing to do with it. It could be sunny, but the mood wouldn't have changed…at least for one family. For them the rainy day was like a godsend, the rain washing away the tears that stained a young seven-year-old's face as she tried in vain to wipe them away with the back of her rain soaked hand. Her other tiny hand was clutching that of a woman's. Both had dark brown hair and kind eyes, the child's being green and the mother's a dark amber.

Sophie’s POV By morning, the sky had darkened to a heavy slate gray. Clouds rolled across the mountains like a stormy tide, thick and moody. I opened the cabin door just as the first drops fell—soft, tentative—before turning into a curtain of silver rain. Behind me, Aria gasped. Arianna squealed. Arian clapped her hands. “It’s raining!” Aria cried, her voice filled with awe. Cassian poked his head out from the hallway, hair sticking in five directions. “Rain? Inside? Or outside? Because if it’s inside, it wasn’t me. Probably.”

​The rain in Crestview didn’t just fall; it punished. It was a cold, rhythmic assault that turned the city’s soot-stained streets into a labyrinth of grey slush. It hammered against the cracked, salt-crusted windows of the bus station, mirroring the frantic, shattered rhythm of Elara Vance’s heart. Each drop sounded like a gavel striking a desk, pronouncing a sentence she wasn't ready to serve.

Hurry up, I don't want you wasting too much water, caution Luna with kara going to the bathroom " ********** The rain fell with an almost punishing force, its relentless onslaught dousing everything in its path. Ryder sat alone on his varanda, his clothes clinging to his shivering body, while his eyes remained fixated on the night sky. Through the torrential downpour, he strained to catch a glimpse of the distant stars, seeking solace in their steady glow. But tonight, even their celestial beauty failed to soothe his troubled mind.

When I finished, I lay back down, pulling her into the curve of my body, and let sleep finally claim me. … …. . I woke up to a heavy, rhythmic drumming on the roof of the raft. It took my brain a second to register the sound. It was rain. It wasn't a tropical storm, thank God. Just a steady, thick downpour. It should be nearly dawn. Beside me, Ariana’s eyelashes flickered, and she squinted at the nylon ceiling. "Is that rain?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep. "Yes," I said. "Stay here. I’m coming."

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"After breakfast, Debra and I will go for rehearsal and a workout. I think I have gained a bit of weight." Ketra said while playing with Rain's nose. "Can we sleep a little more?" Rain was holding her waist with one hand while the other checked her injury. His eyes were tightly shut as he still felt sleepy and much more. He needed her warmth. "When did you become this lazy, Rain Hilton?" She asked playfully and giggled after. Rain immediately opened his eyes and pulled her closer to him. He sniffed her hair, taking in her vanilla mint scent greedily as his morning energy pill.

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.