Weather Names Novels & Stories

“What’s going on? The weather forecast didn’t even mention that there would be such terrible weather today… It looks like there might be a blizzard.” However, Xyla didn’t speak. She only frowned slightly as she looked outside. The weather changed right after she had those thoughts.

She taps the one to the north, “This one. What’s the weather for the rest of the day supposed to be like?” Eddie grins, “Cloudy, cold, no wind and no snow forecast until tonight.” She nods, sucking at her teeth. “That walk would be about an hour, going around.” She nods, looking at the map again.

I turned over gently, I woke up. He pulled me into his arms, his voice low as he asked. “Are you awake?” I asked in a daze, “Why is it raining again?” The rain tonight was especially heavy, it had stopped for a while when Karen was in the operating room. Cleaning your wound. She didn't expect it to rain so much again. Carlos rubbed my head and explained. “The city of Seattle has always been a city that receives a lot of rain. After some time it will improve. Wait until summer comes and it’s the city of Seattle’s real rainy season.”

Matt Coffee in hand, I stared out the patio door, watching tumultuous waves pound the shore. The weather matched my crappy mood. Sleet poured down in horizontal ugliness and the wind was brutal, bending palm trees nearly in half. The temp was only in the lower fifties, too. I hoped to hell Jenny didn't drive her motorcycle today. The thought of her on that deathtrap during ideal conditions gave me shudders.

"I need to get the windows closed before the house gets drenched." Rain lashed against the house. In the process of closing one window to get to another, the television now catches her attention. Autumn stops and finally looks at the breaking news weather report on TV. A significant storm has hit Mahdfel, with winds expected to reach 200 miles per hour. Autumn pulled herself away from the television. She needed to close the remaining windows in the house. She promptly went through the house, trying to close all the windows as the wind whipped and the rain pounded down hard and fast.

he said, “Nolan is still only twenty-one years old, and a newlywed. I guess even royalty is not above feeling the sting of betrayal.” “Oh, young love,” the other anchor replied, laughing along. Hearing them talk about Nolan like that made me feel sick. Across the bottom of the TV screen, a yellow banner was scrolling with storm updates and warnings. SEVERE WEATHER WARNING IN EFFECT UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE… TEMPS WILL DROP BELOW FREEZING BY NOON… SLEET EXPECTED AFTER SUNSET… I went to the window and pulled back the heavy black drapes. A chill seeped in through the glass, dropping the temperature in the room. I shivered.

The sky over Easton looked dull and colorless through the glass windows of the temporary office Daven was using. The city was usually brimming with light and optimism, but this morning felt different—cold, oppressive, and unwelcoming. A light drizzle had been falling since the night before, with no sign of stopping anytime soon. According to the forecast, Easton would be dealing with mild rain for the next few days. It wasn’t a storm, but outdoor activities were clearly disrupted.