The Rains Novels & Stories

They part from each other, eyes matching. Something is not right here. RAINE POV She’s a roach. I was hoping to have a relaxing night. I’d wow the crowds, have a few drinks, and head home. With Karen here, I could not do that. The fact that she’d show up, after saying she no longer was planning to attend, rubs me the wrong way. Her entrance into Mr.Davis’s circle was obviously strategic, I just couldn’t figure out why.

“I will not act without thinking, no matter how long I have to wait, I have to wait for this opportunity. ************ In autumn, it rains a lot, so the mood changes erratically according to the weather. Palomas Blancas hid in the cave, sadly watching the raindrops fall on the dry leaves, washing the stone steps in front of the cave. She really doesn't like the rain at all, because the raindrops always touch the anxiety in her heart, evoking memories that she wants to forget.

Hurry up, I don't want you wasting too much water, caution Luna with kara going to the bathroom " ********** The rain fell with an almost punishing force, its relentless onslaught dousing everything in its path. Ryder sat alone on his varanda, his clothes clinging to his shivering body, while his eyes remained fixated on the night sky. Through the torrential downpour, he strained to catch a glimpse of the distant stars, seeking solace in their steady glow. But tonight, even their celestial beauty failed to soothe his troubled mind.

the man turned around and left. Richard Hill's eyes narrowed with coldness as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Outside, the rain began to fall heavily, accompanied by a loud thunderclap that shook the windows. The night seemed even more melancholic with the sound of raindrops tapping against the glass and the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room. Despite the somber atmosphere, Richard continued to work diligently, undeterred by the stormy weather.

Lucas POV Rain doesn’t just fall. It performs. Each drop lands with its own note. Outside, the bigger ones slap the pavement in hard, flat bursts, like a drummer who doesn’t know when to stop. Smaller drops race down the café window, some fast and clean, others dragging behind, merging, swallowing each other whole before sliding out of sight. The gutter above is offbeat, spitting water in crooked streams, pooling by the curb in circles that ripple, overlap, collapse.

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.

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

she said with a gentle smile. The man nodded kindly. Rosa turned. Her eyes naturally drifted toward the glass windows of the café and that’s when she saw it. Rain! Soft, delicate drops were streaming down the glass like silver threads. Rosa gasped quietly and walked toward the entrance. The soft drizzle shimmered under the café lights, casting tiny ripples in the puddles outside. Her eyes lit up, purple irises reflecting the tiny raindrops like gemstones. The first rain of summer. Rosa pressed her hand against the cool glass with round eyes. Her lips parted in awe. The streetlights outside glowed warmer. The sky looked like it was crying gently but it didn’t feel sad.

​The Rain of Memories ​Outside the ship, the silver pixels of the moon’s shell began to fall toward the surface of Sigma-9. They looked like a meteor shower of pure light. But as they hit the atmosphere, they didn't burn up. They turned into "Memory-Rain", a soft, glowing drizzle that carried the songs, the stories, and the secret dreams of the ancestors back to the people in the streets.

The sky above was full of tumultuous, dark and ragged clouds. Ominous black clouds covered the sky, and released a sudden shower. Thunder rolling in from the west. The morning was cold and wet, with a brisk wind sweeping the rain across the land. On a normal day, the howling wind frightened Raven, but she was too focused, trying to hold back the avalanche of tears that had been building up since the moment she had been angered, her heart was heavy. The weather explained her mood—anger, disappointment and despair. Angry because she was so close to finding out the truth from the old man, disappointed that she didn’t know what to do next, and lastly, all hope was lost. It’s been two days since