The Rains Novels & Stories

3 Grace. It was raining. And it was not a gentle drizzle or a moody sprinkle, but stormy. Heavy drops slammed the windows like they were mad at the glass, thunder cracked open the sky in jagged bursts, and the house, big as it was, suddenly felt smaller.

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

Seraphina Vellaro – POV The rain was a language. It spoke in morse code on the slate roof, a frantic, tapping rhythm. It wept down the windowpane in long, shuddering sighs. It drummed against the earth, a low, persistent pulse that masked other, smaller sounds. On nights like this, the world was reduced to water and noise, and I was its sole translator. It was the only thing that kept me sane. I sat on the floor, my back against the wall, listening. My body was a mosaic of fresh and fading pains. Each breath was a careful negotiation with my bruised ribs. But the rain was a distraction, a symphony that demanded my full attention.

what's going on with you my storm cloud Just work and home, that's about it, speaking of I have a new piece I made for you, do you think you can run away this weekend to get it? I hear a bit of shuffling in his background yes I absolutely can do that Alright papa well I will see you then, I'm gonna get back to work okay? I love you lots of rain drops And I love you lots of fish eggs I cackle fish eggs, really daddy?! he chuckles you're so lame papa Only for you and your mother dear, see you soon bye bye

Sophie’s POV By morning, the sky had darkened to a heavy slate gray. Clouds rolled across the mountains like a stormy tide, thick and moody. I opened the cabin door just as the first drops fell—soft, tentative—before turning into a curtain of silver rain. Behind me, Aria gasped. Arianna squealed. Arian clapped her hands. “It’s raining!” Aria cried, her voice filled with awe. Cassian poked his head out from the hallway, hair sticking in five directions. “Rain? Inside? Or outside? Because if it’s inside, it wasn’t me. Probably.”

As how bad,a bad boy can be.There’s always someone who can melt and soften their hearts just like Daniel! Rain was a homosexual and in other terms he was a gay.Rain has always had the talent to become an illustrator and author rather than taking up business to manage just like his brother,instead of obeying his father’s order he decided to rebel against it and free himself from obedience.

Zara's POV The relentless cold rain of late October was an entirely different beast from the soft, promising showers of early April. In the vibrant awakening of spring, the rain always tasted faintly of unmapped potential and rich, wet earth; in the deep, bleeding dark of autumn, it tasted exclusively of bitter iron, decaying concrete, and the definitive end of things.

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.

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

Nathalie's POV (Continuation) Rain. Four words that means so much in the world where illegal things are turned to legal. Rain, as far as I know is a reaper and a member of a mafia, I heard that she's good at pretending like someone, she's clever as a fox.