The Rains Novels & Stories

The next morning they sat out at dawn, and they rode till sunset, the following day the same happened once more. Today Caspian could see that rainfall would catch up to them, and they pulled into the first inn that they had found just in time. The rain was relentless, and it poured heavily, “We came into the shelter just in time, do you fancy the rain?” Rurina asked him. “Rainy days are often somber unless they are spent with one that you want to be with.” “Well, then I do fancy today,” Rurina replied happily. “I’m glad that you, how were rainy days for you?”

I locked the door as soon as she had entered and I turned around to face her. “You.. you’re wet,” I said. “I’ve been calling you!” she exclaimed as if that explained why she was wet. “I got stuck in a taxi with flat tyres when the rain started pouring and I called you!” I strained my ears and for the first time, I heard the sound of rain. It had subsided already, but taking a good look at her soaked clothes, I could tell that the rain had been heavier a few minutes ago. “I’m sorry,” I muttered and sat down beside her. “I went on a date.”

Dark clouds rolled in, casting an ominous shadow over the woods, and rain began to fall. The raindrops danced on the lake's surface, forming ripples that merged and spread outwards, as if to mirror the turmoil within Delaney's heart. She didn't seem affected by the sudden change in weather, for she knew that the rain was an extension of her own emotions. The heavens were weeping with her, and she embraced the downpour, letting it mingle with her tears.

As the rain poured relentlessly outside, I found myself drawn to the window, my heart heavy with a mix of nerves and unexplained sadness. Each raindrop seemed to mirror the strange ache within me, falling with a gentle but persistent rhythm. “Who is she?.......” I mumbled to myself watching the droplets slide down the glass, blurring the world outside, mirroring the unexplainable tears that threatened to escape my eyes. The pitter-patter of rain became a soothing soundtrack to my racing thoughts, as I grappled with the weight of my emotions.

From inside their home, one could hear the calming and melancholic sound of raindrops. In the past, rain used to evoke fear in Keisha. But with Colten's help and love, the fear was slowly replaced with joyful memories amidst the rain. She had many bad experiences with the rain, moments that caused her intense fear, especially when she miscarried while it was raining. She even remembered how she tormented herself in the rain, allowing herself to drown in sadness while the raindrops poured on her skin.

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

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.

Thygas found a comfortable place for them to sit and she joined him immediately. As they sat together in the bathhouse, the soft lapping of the water against the stone edges seemed to echo the beat of her heart. The dim lights danced across Rain's dark skin, which was visible through the light cotton dress she wore, illuminating it with a soft, golden glow. Thygas's eyes, filled with empathy and concern, met hers, and Rain felt the dam she’d been holding back start to crack.

"Ah, shit," Cayson muttered as the rain began to pour. He had just reached the gates of the mansion when the heavy downpour started. The weather had already been terrible while he was still in Palawan, but he assumed the storm was isolated there. He didn’t expect it to stretch all the way to Manila.

: The Children Who Remembered --- Rain comes with silence. Not a roar or a storm. Just a soft, steady whisper on the red earth — as if the sky is rinsing memory from the ground. The drops sizzle against the ash but do not boil. They soothe. Mira stands on the ridge above the Mouth, her cloak soaked through. She doesn’t move. She watches the land breathe again. Below her, the vines at the hill’s center have stopped twitching.