The Good Rain Book Novels & Stories

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.

I wanna see him! It was raining, to put it simply. The clouds were gray as they showered the city beneath them in a gentle rain. The day was a gloomy one, but the weather had nothing to do with it. It could be sunny, but the mood wouldn't have changed…at least for one family. For them the rainy day was like a godsend, the rain washing away the tears that stained a young seven-year-old's face as she tried in vain to wipe them away with the back of her rain soaked hand. Her other tiny hand was clutching that of a woman's. Both had dark brown hair and kind eyes, the child's being green and the mother's a dark amber.

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.

"I'm sorry, Sasha. I can't do anything--" "It's okay, Miss Prim. It isn't really your fault that this is happening to me. I shouldn't have trusted too much, I know." It was better that she states it all first. Sasha can't do anything herself so she really can't blame Prim. Prim sighed heavily. "Do you want to have lunch with me?" She invited. "I don't really go and have lunch at the cafeteria." "Then let's go outside. I have a lunch box right here." She then showed her floral designed bag. "I heard the weather's nice." Sasha brightened up and nodded. ***

"I heard about your family and how hard you've been pushing yourself." "Yeah." She was silent for a while. "Evan, can we go back to how things were?" I stopped walking and stared at my blurry reflection in a shop window. The man staring back looked thin and worn, but there was an indescribable look of determination in his eyes. "Ruby, we can't go back," I said calmly. "Why? Weren't you working hard for our future? You got the bonus now. You almost have enough for the down payment–"

Georgia's POV We left when the rain started. It had begun as a whisper against the lounge windows, barely audible beneath the saxophone, and by the time we stepped outside it had become something vengeful, hammering the pavement and transforming Pasadena's streets into liquid mirrors that threw the streetlights back at the sky in broken gold. We ducked under the overhang of the bookstore next door, the one where he had read me Keats in the narrow aisle, and stood in the small shelter of it while the rain came down around us and the city moved through its wet evening patterns beyond the awning's edge.

The only thing that would make this better was rain. Good thing I was the Luna of Rain.

Story responded. When she was done handing over to the next person in charge she waked to the lobby only to find out it was raining, of course the thick walls upstairs and closed windows hadn’t allowed her to hear all that. She was thinking of running through it to the car but on second thought it was a bad idea, she stood there shivering. She took out her phone to make a call but an arm covered her at once. She looked to her side and saw Dylan standing by her with one of his arms out of his jacket, he had one arm over Nina’s shoulder and the rest of the jacket covering her, it looked like they were both in one jacket. “Oh…hi” she exclaimed.

Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body. I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest defying the cold of the rain. We stood there, kissing in the rain as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees. I

The rest of the men stayed while Rain, Alexander, and Enzo stepped into the bookshop. Holy shit. There were rows and rows of bookshelves that reached the really high ceiling, Rain gasped, feeling like she’d just stepped into fucking heaven. She breathed in deeply, the smell of hard cover books and lavender assailed her senses. A smile lit up her face as she looked around. She loved it! Who didn’t love a place where thousands of books lay, where so many stories could be kept and read in just one place. Rain felt her addiction for books start up again, her fingers itched to write as inspiration kept popping in.