The Good Rain Book Novels & Stories

At the open door. "Is it raining outside," they said. Zara thought about Lena at the clinic window, asking about rain. She thought about Edith Crane, forty years in a room. "No," she said. "But it will be soon. It's that kind of afternoon." The person closed the book with the careful hands of someone who intended to finish it eventually, stood, and walked toward the door with the deliberate, composed quality of someone who had decided a long time ago that when this moment came they were going to meet it on their feet.

We lie on the bed. Damon's head is on my chest. My fingers are in his hair. His hair is soft. The rain is loud. "I am happy," he says. "I know." "I am not used to it." "You are getting used to it." "I am trying." "That is enough." He closes his eyes. I watch his face. The rain falls. The world turns. The room is small and warm and full of nothing and everything. --- The rain stops in the evening. The sky clears.

The phone rang until it switched to voicemail. "Hello, this is Miss Lynch, Rainie's homeroom teacher. Rainie didn't come to school today and didn't request leave. Is she sick? Please contact the school as soon as possible." Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across my desk. My textbooks for today's classes sat there in neat stacks. After school, I had planned to buy the new art album released this week. Now I would never need it. My soul drifted without control and followed the direction my family had gone.

Ashes and Rain The rain came softly. Not the storm of anger or judgment, but a gentle, forgiving drizzle that fell from the sky like a sigh of peace. It carried with it the scent of smoke and soil, of endings turned to beginnings. Every drop shimmered faintly, catching the red light of the Blood Moon until the whole valley seemed to glow from within. Lyra stood beneath the rain, her hair plastered against her skin, her eyes glimmering with tears she didn’t bother to hide.

Isabella - Rain. Not the kind that’s cold, harsh, or makes you miserable. No, this was a nice, pleasant summer rain—one of those gentle showers that make everything glisten and smell like freshly cut grass and wet pavement. Perfect weather for... whatever adults do after work. For me, it was just another day trying to survive Logan Sinclair.

I wanted to walk around and finally enjoy the beauty of Paris. Under the Eiffel Tower, people bustled and flowed around me. I bought a cup of coffee and sipped it slowly as I admired the city. Suddenly, someone bumped into me, making my coffee tip dangerously. Right before it spilled on me, a passing man stretched out his hand and caught it. "Thank you," I said quickly, looking up. He was striking. He was handsome, gentle, and had an effortless elegance. "You’re welcome, mademoiselle," he replied with a warm smile, handing the coffee back before disappearing into the crowd.

When hard, cold droplets of rain begin pelting us, Alec pulls my hand and begins to run, trying to get us home quicker. After parting ways when we hit our street, instead of going home, I bypass my driveway and keep walking in the direction of the bookstore, enjoying the rain that soaks my body. I’ve always loved the rain and storms—any kind of storm, to be honest. I was born in the middle of a rainstorm on April 1st. My mother was somehow lying on my father’s Harley on the side of the road when my brother and I decided to make our grand entrance into the world. My father says we’re blessed because the day we were born, the rain poured down and baptized our souls immediately. Whatever that m

Looking down at the map and then at what was in front of them, Elaine took note of the fact that they would be entering the forest in a matter of only minutes. Avoiding the direction on the map, which had been marked with a skull and bones stamp, she kept a straight line in her trail, with Isabel following closely behind. Before reaching the forest, they passed a bed of mushrooms, a beautiful lake and even a fairy garden. Despite their reasons for being outside of Delphi, Elaine couldn't help but feel excited about finally seeing the beauty of the outside world for the first time ever. It was the feeling of freedom, and knowing that she was partially fulfilling a promise made to her brother

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain