The Good Rain Book Novels & Stories

Sherryl Rain stood in the rain, her eyelashes dripping with the water that slid from her wet hair to her forehead, then down to her eyes. If she hadn't been sure before, now there was no doubt: the man who had bought her off the black market was a devil. Dallion was cold and evil, with no trace of humanity in his soul. It wasn't just the darkness that surrounded them—the rain blurred her vision, making it hard to tell weeds from plants. When she crouched down, pulling out weeds by mistake, she realized she had also yanked out some of the good plants, which Dallion had already planned to punish her for further.

"No, you are the only one I have ever been with" "then how come you are so good?" Rain asked. "Good how?" Damien teased. Rain blushed, "you know what I mean" "No I don't, what do you mean?" "How come you are so good at the....love making?" Rain stuttered, his face, a deep shade of red. "I had a lot of time to think about what I wanted to do to you. Plus I found these books Nani read, I took some knowledge from there. I am glad you like it though"

He hadn't realized just how deeply he had misjudged Madeline, or how much she had suffered because of it. All at once, it felt like a part of him had been ripped away. He had driven away the person who meant the most to him. "No. I have to find her!" Tristan declared. … Ever since putting the past behind her and walking away from Tristan and Annabelle, Madeline had finally begun to reclaim her freedom. She had loved snow since she was a child, so she chose to move to a small northern town. It was snowing heavily the day she arrived, but to Madeline, it felt like the place was welcoming her. She believed her life was about to change for the better.

🌿 Let’s keep the breath moving— Part 73 unfolds like a letter that someone left in sunlight too long. Not forgotten. Just waiting to be read. The rain in Baler had a way of wrapping the town in a gentle embrace, a soft murmur that seemed to speak directly to the soul. It wasn’t a sorrowful rain, but rather one that carried a contemplative mood, inviting introspection and quiet reflection. The bench Drew had carved, nestled halfway up the Staircase With No Wrong Turns, bore the marks of this rain, its surface slightly damp, yet inviting. A solitary visitor sat there early in the morning, cradling a leaf between their fingers, lost in thought.

I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

It rained for three days straight. The first day, Giselle found it restful. She sat in the sunroom at the back of the house with her textbooks and a cup of tea Layla had brought without being asked, watching the rain move across the garden in sheets, and felt something in her chest unclench that she hadn't realized had been tight for weeks. The estate was quiet in the rain. The borders felt closer, safer, the world outside smaller and less threatening when it was this grey and wet.

The sleep must have helped her recharge as she found herself laughing at her being bum for a day. "I could get used to it," she said to herself while watching the rain from her window without worrying about anything. She naturally allows herself to live in the moment and discover the many things she is privileged to do but she wasn't aware of before. As her head dances with the sound of the rain, one magical thing starts to happen – the sky is clearing up! In just a few minutes, only the wet leaves and ground have traces of the rain. The calming rain surely stopped but the good feeling remains with the sun finally showing up a few hours before it sets. And then there's the rainbow!

Through the gaps in the roof, rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything Cassian had touched, everything he'd kept, everything that proved he'd existed here at all. I moved without thinking. Grabbed the nearest book and pulled it close, trying to shield it with my body. The pages were already damp, the ink starting to blur. I reached for another. Then another. My hands shook as I tried to stack them somewhere dry, but there was nowhere dry left. The roof was gone in places. Split clean open by the force of my scream. I stood there holding a book that was falling apart in my hands, and I realized I couldn't save any of it. Not like this. Not by carrying them one at a time while the rain d

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.