The Good Rain Book Novels & Stories

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

A few seconds later, Mist came back, sitting next to Rain on her bed with a familiar-shaped item, wrapped in a white towel. Rain held her breath as she watched Mist carefully unwrap whatever it was she’d found in the cellar at the house in the woods. Once the towel was removed, Rain realized she was looking at a book, one made of paper, something she’d never seen before, though she knew they existed. It was certainly old, the pages crinkled from weather. Looking at the edge, it appeared as if some of the pages were missing large chunks. Mist scooted toward her but didn’t let go of the item. “Look,” she said, tilting the front cover of the book toward Rain.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

I deserved better friends. I really did. Ethan, the absolute traitor, looked like he was trying not to smile. Trying. Failing. But trying. The rest of the drive passed with Maya making everyone’s life difficult. Which honestly felt normal now. By the time we finally reached the bookstore, the rain had slowed to a drizzle. The gray clouds still covered the sky. The streets looked wet and shiny beneath the fading afternoon light. As soon as we stepped inside, the familiar smell of coffee and old books greeted us.