Weather Names Novels & Stories

Nobody could tell that I was choked and bathed with ice-cold water. There was no sign of gossip regarding the former among the students. They would talk about what Sam and Nat did, if they desired to receive the same treatment, or, even worse. No one dared to cross the high-ranking wolves. I met with my reflection on the polished glass window. Dark gray clouds veiled the sky in its gloomy embrace. One would expect it to rain, or snow, because of the chilly air. But that would be a miracle for this town. The weather in Wilfair was always uncertain.

The weather was a witness to my sombre mood as it change drastically, the sun hiding behind the clouds. The sky was a canvas of somber gray, a heavy cloak of clouds draped across the horizon like a mourning veil. The rain fell in a melancholic rhythm, like tears streaming down a sorrowful face. The wind howled mournfully, carrying the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, as if the very air was grieving. The atmosphere was suffused with a sense of despair, as though the weather itself was lamenting some profound loss.

I couldn’t continue bottling up my emotions, so I screamed: “I hate you!” The tears started pouring down again. It was like my emotions were the whole world and everywhere was storming right now. The rain was very strong and the wind was taking away everything on its way. When the weather is very hot for a long time. The sun is shining brightly and sometimes, in the late evening, the soft wind is blowing. The oceans, seas, rivers and lakes start drying out, because of such weather. It continues for a really long time. But then, it gets tired. That’s when everything changes. The sky becomes grey. There are no white, plump clouds anymore. Nothing, but darkness. The lightning is hitting the sky

“It does, doesn’t it?” Silence settled again. But lighter this time. Easier. “The weather here is strange,” Caelan said after a moment. Damien glanced at him. “Strange?” “It’s too… predictable.” That earned him a look. “Predictable weather is usually considered a good thing.” “Not where I’m from.” Caelan shifted slightly, gaze drifting toward the window. “In the north, it changes constantly,” he said. “You wake up to sun, and by midday there’s snow. By evening, the wind’s strong enough to knock you off your feet.”

“I mean, the same could be said for us. We say ‘it’s raining cats and dogs’ or that we are ‘under the weather’. Trying to convey the same sentiment across different languages usually doesn’t hold the same understanding that we know.” Winter hummed. “I guess.” There a pause before she shook her head. “You really are a nerd for languages.” I chuckled. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Vaughn peered over the window as soon as he woke up. He let out a sigh of disappointment when he saw that the skies were dark and stormy. Raindrops pelted against the glass, creating a rhythmic yet teasing beat. “Why the hell is this happening?” he whispered. Vaughn read the weather forecast last week, and all reports said the weather would be great. He massaged the bridge of his nose and looked at Eloise, who was still in bed.

Alessandro Dark gray clouds roll across the sky as rain drips in drizzles along the normally sizzling sidewalks. "Rare rainy day in the desert," Clarissa remarks, staring out the window. "We get ten of these a year and it happens to rain on the day we're going to meet with that Russian. What are the chances this is a coincidence?" I squint out the front window. "What did our English teacher tell us back in school? The weather's a bad analogy for how the characters feel."

As I stood by the window, the paper calendar on my wall rustled in the wind and I looked over at the marked-off days. Only six more days to go until I could finally be free. I tightened my jacket around me and gazed outside, where the sky was a gloomy shade of gray, and the clouds looked ominous, as if a tornado might be on its way. Late spring weather was notoriously unpredictable.

“How about my mate? Or my Omega? Or maybe my sweet little rain wolf?” He pushed me back and huffed. “It’s going to rain tomorrow, by the way.” “Yeah. Hopefully it won’t be as bad as we are expecting. Or that Selene doesn’t make things worse.” “Worse. Right.” Riley sighed. “How could anything get worse?”

I glanced at her and said, “Yes, but not always.” “What do you mean?” she asked and looked at me. I tilted my head skyward that eventually dazzled my eyes due to the bright light of the sun. “30°C, North East wind direction, and it will be partly cloudy throughout the day. Humidity ranges at 75%, precipitation at about 0.008mm, wind chill is 32°C, cloud covers at about 33%, 10km/h wind speed, dew point at about 21°C, pressure at 1101mbar, Ozone at 238.6 DU, UV index reading is at 7 which is high, and rain probability is just 17%,” I uttered as I remembered the weather today. It was written in the weather app which I had come to memorize.