The Gift Of Rain Novels & Stories

Thunder clapped, lightning flashed, and in the middle of all that, Belladonna had found a place by Eli's side, claiming that she had felt something move in the dark. "This is the first rain of the Rain Season." Eli was speaking again, his voice sounding almost like a lullaby. "You know there is a tale about it." Silence. "It says that the wishes you make on the First Rain will come true no matter what, but you must give a gift for that to happen. A gift in the moment." After a long moment of silence, she said something.

Because I felt it. “Thank you.” I glanced around the room once more. He still stood there as if he was waiting for me. “Let me walk you out.” I rolled out of bed, basking in my nakedness. Shane had seen this all last night and I was in the comfort of my own home, I was going to walk around however I wanted. I led the way to the door and he followed. I opened the door and saw rain. So beautiful, the sun was out but the rain came down in small droplets. I smiled, not realizing that Shane was watching me.

“You’re a good woman, Evelyn.” “Any man would want you, but I’m not that man anymore.” I know eight years is a very long time, and I’ve wasted your time. I know this will be very hard for you, but you have to accept it. You deserve better." He slid the paper across the tablecloth. It moved with a terrifying finality, stopping just inches from my water glass. "Here," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth that had greeted me when I came in. "This is a cheque of ten thousand dollars. Use it to start a new life for yourself."

Divine retribution. Stella sat in front of her computer and scrolled through the comments with a faint smile. She opened her social media account and posted a message. [Rainie, I forgive you. Even though you treated me so badly, I know you still loved me deep down. Now that you're gone, I will keep living well. I will also endure the criticism meant for you. Rest in peace.] The post spread like wildfire. Within minutes, it had been shared tens of thousands of times. The comment section flooded with praise.

m it is a stormy day Angel woke up seeing the sky filled with gray clouds and busy birds finding some shelter. She then takes a view for a while and remembers that it's her birthday then a sudden message from Mike pop up on her phone as she read it "Hi, my love a happy happy birthday yeah, I hope you will be okay this day even if it's raining no worries. Because this rain symbolizes a shower of blessings you know it's like this we are the plants in very dry land that it been a year in no water then the right day comes to fulfilled that finally it teaches us not to give up everything will come in right time by the way love you can open the third letter if you want but if prefer to open it wit

Eirlys POV The first rain of autumn arrived just after midday. It was not the fierce kind that rattled rooftops and flooded the roads. This one was gentle and steady, wrapping the whole village in a soft silver veil that made everything feel a little quieter, a little cleaner. I stood beneath the porch of the healing cottage, watching the droplets gather at the tips of the herb bundles hanging from the eaves. The scent of damp earth rose up from the ground and mixed with the sharp green smell of wet leaves and rosemary. I have always loved the rain. My mother used to say every good healer should. “The earth is making medicine,” she would tell me whenever storms rolled over the mountains. “Ju

Grabbing my black makeup case, I pushed through the door and strode outside. A light rain drifted down from the gray sky. Life goes on in this messed-up world. I'm Mark Thompson, and I'll never be anyone's pawn again.

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 of Memories ​Outside the ship, the silver pixels of the moon’s shell began to fall toward the surface of Sigma-9. They looked like a meteor shower of pure light. But as they hit the atmosphere, they didn't burn up. They turned into "Memory-Rain", a soft, glowing drizzle that carried the songs, the stories, and the secret dreams of the ancestors back to the people in the streets.

That’s the last thing she says before leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sigh, heading on the balcony. A little bit of freedom at least, I think. I watch the sky above me, turning slightly grey. It’s about to rain. Good. I love rain. It’s one of the little things that makes me happy. It’s natural. And not man-made. Humans can’t alter rain. They can’t ruin it. And that’s enough to make it precious. More precious than anything. It makes it real. I allow myself a smile when I feel the first drop of water touch my skin, not making a move to wipe it off. I stand there, leaning on the railing and close my eyes.