The Rains Novelas e Histórias

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.

🩷 🍒 . The night was restless, the rain falling in heavy, steady sheets that drummed against the glass walls of the penthouse. Aradhya stood silently in the balcony, her fingers curling over the steel railing as she stared at the rain cascading from the dark sky. The city below was a blur of shimmering lights and moving shadows, but her eyes were fixed on the droplets gliding down the glass.

The rain fell in relentless sheets, muffling the city’s nocturnal hum beneath a gray curtain that hammered against Riana’s umbrella. The deep crimson fabric echoed the wine she longed for, but offered little comfort against the chill creeping into her bones—a chill that had nothing to do with the damp air outside.

Dinner was over, but the rain outside hadn't stopped; instead, it was falling harder, pattering against the window, sounding annoying. William swirled half a glass of red wine in his hand, sinking into the soft sofa, staring at the girl opposite through the dark red liquid.

When she bent down to pick up the little girl who stopped immediately as soon as she saw her now mother she whispered in the baby’s ear, “We are finally free,” When Kit opened the door and brought the car seat out with the little girl, she remembered something about running down the street to get to her father’s car to make her escape. It was now raining, just like it was that night. It was not hard downpour it was a late gentle rain. She remembered the words that her father said, “This rain will wash away all that has happened,” She looked up at the sky and smiled as she now completely understood what her father was trying to say then, “This rain will finally wash away all that happened,” S

For you my dear, I can go against the world. So what it is to go in the Beast's cave to sacrifice myself to save you from the cruel world. -Rain RAIN POV How does it feels when your whole world comes crashing down. That one phone call had made my heart beating faster as I raced through the roads never caring about the traffic lights or the speed board. My Amber! Her face, her smile, her tears and everything else. All the sweet memories were coming in front of my eyes. Like the first time when she was handed to me after two months of serious observation, how she wrapped her tiny fingers around my middle finger.

Raising my arms, the clouds turn gray and everyone could see the lightning as it came closer and closer before hitting me and rain falling. "Pluvia. Pluvia. Pluet super nos omnes. Pluvia. Pluvia. Pluet super nos, et purifica nos. Imbribus, iterum nos sanos fac." (Rainfall. Rainfall. Rain on us all. Rainfall. Rainfall. Rain on us and purify us. Rainfall, make us whole again.) - I say out loud.

A sound of gentle tapping of raindrops compelled him to open his eyes. Darkened grey clouds threateningly surrounded the sky; like a predator would encircle its prey. The rain quenched the soil from sandy hues to rich, strong browns, the kind that brings an inner smile. The summer flowers and leaves drooped under the weight of the droplets, spreading the cool and freshness in the breeze. Prince Jian gazed at Ruyi and asked, “You love rain?”

​The rain in Crestview didn’t just fall; it punished. It was a cold, rhythmic assault that turned the city’s soot-stained streets into a labyrinth of grey slush. It hammered against the cracked, salt-crusted windows of the bus station, mirroring the frantic, shattered rhythm of Elara Vance’s heart. Each drop sounded like a gavel striking a desk, pronouncing a sentence she wasn't ready to serve.

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past. And I finally no longer needed to wait for anyone else to hol