The Gift Of Rain Novels & Stories

Nathalie's POV (Continuation) Rain. Four words that means so much in the world where illegal things are turned to legal. Rain, as far as I know is a reaper and a member of a mafia, I heard that she's good at pretending like someone, she's clever as a fox.

“Fire, we thank you for the passion she brought to life—the spark in her eyes, the energy in her step. May it return to you, to be born anew.” He pours a stream of water over his hand. “Water, we thank you for her joy, her tears, her deep love. May it return to you and take on a new form.” Arden hands him a small pouch of seeds. Wildflowers. Citra’s favorite. “Earth, we thank you for the body she used, the work she did, and the legacy she left. May all of these gifts return to you, to grow again.” He steps back, his voice gentle. “Thank you, Citra, for sharing your life with us. May our love for you endure and take new shape in the world.”

"Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?" I had gifted it to her because she loved it. My hands shook as I picked up the delicate, nearly transparent cloth. My throat closed up, and my head spun. The doubt I'd buried deep inside finally broke free. Confusion and pain crashed over me. Before I could even think, the violent sound of colliding cars split the air. Then, blackness swallowed me whole.

Only then did she lose interest and leave. I unlocked my phone and saw Emily’s social media post. She was smiling brightly. The caption read: [Thank you for giving me such a wonderful night. I’m so happy.] In the photo, the hand resting on her shoulder wore the watch I had given Victor. With that, I turned off my phone and left every gift Victor had ever given me behind in the room. Before dawn the next morning, I was already awake. I left without saying goodbye to anyone and headed straight to the airport with my luggage. Check-in, security, and boarding went smoothly. As the plane taxied down the runway, I shut off my phone completely, leaving New York behind.

he said with that stupid charismatic smile, holding up a plastic bag with something inside. I warily regarded it. "Come on, Aria. Just give me some time, please?" I exhaled, annoyed. "Fine." I'd left my clothes and towel over by the door, and so I walked over to begin throwing it on over my work out skins. "But for the record...," I said, grabbing the plastic bag from his hand after I'd changed, "this is the shittiest gift wrapping I've ever received." He laughed. "Apologies, it was a last minute gift."

But the moment I step out, it begins pouring. The rain lends a richness to each colour, and the browns deepen in a way that calms my heart and provides solidity to my spirit. The grass becomes glossy, reflecting the light, giving their wands a fresh sparkling sheen as they softly wave in the breeze. This rain gives a breath of fresh air, each drop is a divine gift for each component of existence. I lift my hand, bend my head toward the sky, and feel water cascade on my palm. Soon, the sky begins to clear, revealing a blank blue canvas with a few cotton clouds floating around. I take a step outside the shelter. As my sole touches the earth, my toes are bathed in the newly bequeathed rain. It

It was not like the gentle rain of healing, nor the fire-cleansing storm that once tore through the valley. This was something else — a shimmering, deliberate rainfall that glowed faintly as it fell. The Children lifted their faces to it in awe. Each drop felt cool at first, then warm, as though carrying both of their creators’ blessings. When it touched the soil, flowers bloomed instantly — silver petals catching moonlight like mirrors. Lyra and the Flame Child stood side by side, their reflections shimmering in each petal. “What is this?” he asked softly. Lyra’s eyes glowed faintly.

“This isn’t liquor. It's just plain water! No taste at all!” The others who had taken a sip also frowned and spat it out. “It’s really just water!” “What’s going on? Water in a whisky bottle?” “That’s just messed up!” The whole room erupted. My in-laws’ faces turned green instantly. “That’s right. It’s just bottled water.” I gave Kevin a cold stare and added, “Every year, he takes 100,000 dollars from me to prepare New Year’s gifts, and this is what he sends to my parents. Plain water that costs two dollars. He bought it online. Even the packaging is recycled boxes.

"Viola, I wanted to talk to you about something." His voice was softer this time, almost guilty. "Your sister just started her treatment, and the Miracle Elixir is affecting her emotions. Makes her feel down. To keep her spirits up and to help with her recovery, your parents suggested that she and I go through the Marking Ceremony. "They hope it'll make her feel better."

, He said. "You should return it back like a gentleman. It's illegal to keep others' thing", I complained as I'm a bit embarrassed. "By the way, nice color", he commented. It's grey like a cloud. "I call it Rain Cloud", I mumbled hiding my embarrassed face. "What does it mean?" he asked. "Well Rain gifted it to me before my second Heat. And it is grey like a cloud", I said. "Creative", he commented. I was about to take it with the intention of hiding it. He slapped my hand.