The Good Rain Book Novels & Stories

It was something else. Something dangerous. Something that felt like it could crush me. Thunder cracked outside, and I jumped, my nerves already frayed. Then came the rain. Violent. Unrelenting. It slammed against the manor like a warning. Like an omen. I looked down at my open book, blinking at the words on the page. "When it rains, it pours." A chill ran down my spine. I had a feeling that wasn’t just about the weather.

Not him, not anyone else. *** It was raining cats and dogs, though it was letting up. And Larry McDonald watched the rain from his office window, a cup of coffee in his hands, inside the school. The students were in their classrooms, the classrooms were in normal use, the new classrooms were still the pride of the campus, and the new teachers, like Sullivan, were working smoothly; everything was perfect. Almost perfect. Apart from the rain, a black vehicle with tinted windows was still outside. He thought it was making a mess of everything, and apparently, the heavy precipitation would not make it back off.

She gently set the storybook down and quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door to avoid waking him. Just the previous day, she had checked with Melinda about her library books and realized there were no new ones to browse today. Heading toward the front door, she intended to take a stroll through the garden when she noticed the gentle sprinkle of rain starting outside. Looking toward the horizon, she saw dark storm clouds rolling in. For a moment, she stood at the door, inhaling the heavy, dense air. She used to love the rain for its scent, but now she wished it would stop so she could spend more time outdoors.

She smiled at me, picked a few more boxes, and moved them upstairs. Kaden spent a few hours in his office. An hour after breakfast Mrs. Raynolds came in the drawing-room and deposited three books on the coffee table, inclined her head, and left to return a few minutes later with tea. One book was a study in werewolf society, one was a history of the region and more specifically Blakewoods and the Devon family line, and the last one was the detailed duties of a Luna.

*** Kent POV As I reached the meeting place, I roamed my eyes around and the place seems darker than yesterday. I saw a few stars from the sky so maybe a storm will come. I wasn't wrong, the rain started to pour down from the dark sky. I was inside the car waiting for Cassandra's message. I heard my phone beep. I check my inbox and saw her text. "I'm inside. You can come in." She said in the text.

Caitlyn" died. Unfortunately she was still pregnant. We all were crying for her sorrowful death. She and her unborned baby yet , when the rain stopped, and they covered her face with the white sheet , I was there to witness it all, she suddenly woke up like a corpse ,then screamed high and loud ,and blood were coming from the inside of her wetting the whole bed sheets to the floor, I can remember the smell. till today it is unforgetable thing . suddenly it started raining again but it wasn't normal rain, it was very heavy rain I have never witnessed before , yet it was like waking up to the warmth of the morning , the rain became blooded all crops were stained in red , we only saw red for lo

As their encounter ignites a flame that neither can extinguish, they both realize that the storm outside was nothing compared to the fire they’ve just unleashed within themselves. Marcel’s P.O.V. The rain pounded against the windows of the book store violently, the kind of storm that drowned the city in silver sheets and made the world outside feel distant, insignificant. The shop was empty, save for the scent of old paper and ink swirling in the warm air. And her.

“No classes for you today, huh?” “No, thank goodness. You look like you’re ready for the rain, though—that, or about to head out into some big storm on the Atlantic!” Stacie held her arms out to her sides, displaying her raincoat. “I know, right? You should see my books—I’ve got them triple wrapped in plastic bags. At least we’ll stay dry, my books and I.” “Ha! That sounds like something out of Dr. Seuss—‘at least we’ll stay dry, my books and I.’”

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t