The Rains Novels & Stories

I can feel moisture in the air itself, waiting, ready to obey. I extend my hand over the flowers, focusing on the pull inside me. A second passes, and then another, before the sky above responds. Rain falls, not in delicate drops, but in a sudden downpour, drenching the flowers and the ground beneath my feet. I watch in stunned silence as the rain cascades down, soaking everything in its path.

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.

Then, the rains came. Not normal rain. This was a downpour of such profound, monotonous greyness it seemed to leach the color from the world. The sound was wrong too—a constant, hissing static, like a million radios tuned to dead channels. It wasn't the silence of the Conductor. It was noise, but noise without meaning, without variation. Anti-music. It rained for a full day and night. The cheerful puddles turned into expanses of featureless grey slurry. Flowers closed up, not from wetness, but as if in despair. The world looked like a faded charcoal sketch.

~~~~Anya~~~~ The rain refused to stop. As if it was compelling me to make that choice already. It crashed against the pavement in endless sheets of silver. It kept drumming against the rooftops, soaking the roads, and turning the lights on the street of the city into blurry reflections that shimmered across the entire space.

Sympathy poured in. The family stood together. Stronger. Unbroken. Elena finished the chapter. Titled it: The Rain That Never Forgets She printed it. Bound it. Placed it beside the others. Then she walked to the veranda. The rain was falling harder now—angry, relentless. She stepped out into it. Let it soak her dress, her hair, her skin. She tilted her head back. Closed her eyes. Let the water run down her face. She whispered to the rain.

I do not understand it but I feel it in every nerve. Is that rain? The question floats through the haze. Rain can't be falling in this hot closed cell. I need to go out. It will cool my heat. I love rain. Kira loves rain too. The thought of cool drops on my skin makes me want to sob. But I cannot move. The cell is locked from the outside. How come I can perceive rain?I can't hear anything on the roof. It is not real. It cannot be. Yet the scent wraps around my nostrils anyway.

The phone rang until it switched to voicemail. "Hello, this is Miss Lynch, Rainie's homeroom teacher. Rainie didn't come to school today and didn't request leave. Is she sick? Please contact the school as soon as possible." Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across my desk. My textbooks for today's classes sat there in neat stacks. After school, I had planned to buy the new art album released this week. Now I would never need it. My soul drifted without control and followed the direction my family had gone.

It's too fascinating but she is too afraid to do that. Rathi floated in the water serenely looking at the sky and hearing the drizzles that are falling on the water, the fresh drizzles patted on her face, she didn't have the mindset to come out of that bliss but she did when the rain became heavy and the water is rushing too fast

he asked, the sadness in his eyes melting into hopefulness, like her words could show him. “The rain?” she clarified, and he nodded. “Well, if it’s warm outside, it’s refreshing. It can be fun to stand outside in a downpour on a summer day. If it’s cold, well, then, the rain is cold. That’s not much fun, especially if it splashes down your back.” She realized most women ran through the rain with umbrellas or rain coats, trying not to get wet. They didn’t stand around and take a soaking just to experience it. As a matter of fact, the only reason Rain had ever stood in a summer rain shower was because Mist insisted she do so. “And the sun? What’s that like?”

I assure him, my heart light and free when I realize it’s true. “Here.” The bear hands me a bottle of water. “You need to drink something.” I recognize the bottle as one of Santiago’s fancy imported waters. My vampire master wouldn’t waste something so fancy on me. I don’t know if I can tell the bear that. With a grunt, the bear pushes the water on me, and I don’t protest. I’m parched. The water is cool, almost sweet, and I drain the whole bottle.