When It Pours It Rains Novels & Stories

He answered loudly as he turned the volume higher than before. I chortled and sang the song. I turned the windows down of the jeep and rested my hand out to let the light rain hit my skin, it makes me happy. I always feel like a child whenever it rains. It washes away all my worries and the darkness that turns my heart into the darkest shade of black.

I соvеr mу fасе аnd sob some mоrе, ѕtuсk оut here оn thе соld, rаіnу ѕtrееt. Thе rain іѕ a соnѕtаnt drіzzlе nоw. It’ѕ the tуре that mаkеѕ уоu mіѕеrаblе аnd соld but dоеѕn’t soak you tо the bone. I mаnаgе to рull myself tоgеthеr.

She smiles and runs off. A small drop of rain starts pouring down from the sky with heavy rumblings and thunderings in the clouds. Parents start shielding their children and running for shelter. Families start folding their mats and arranging their things to leave. Heavy showers of rain pour down on me; people are glancing sorry looks in my direction from their shelters. I don't move; I remain sitting under the rain, the only one in the pack now, letting the rain soak my clothes and body. My tears roll freely down my cheek.

Suddenly she forgot basic words and really felt like an idiot. "Cut the cackle, Jasmine. Now co-" but before he could continue the clouds rumbled and the next second the rain pitter-pattered on the roof. Both of their heads snapped to the outside before a grin appeared on her face. It's raining! And she loves them the most. Isn't it beautiful when the rain pours? That sweet pitter-patter sound, the soothing cold wind, the fresh earthy scent. God! Her foot is itching to run outside and play in the rain.

I came so close. But then, the clouds over our heads opened up, and it began to rain. Not a metaphorical rain, not a symbol of our emotions pouring out. Real, cold, windy rain. Hard and heavy, and soaking through our clothes.

chapter 3 | shit just got personal. _____ It's Friday, she picks calls on Friday. The tapping sound wakes me up. I put off the curtain to look outside and found it raining rather heavily. The dotted silver threats drop from heaven almost as if they are announcing the arrival of a new day. I opened the window aware that I'm going to soak my clothes if I do it. Honestly, I don't care, I love rain a little too much. why drown in my own thoughts when I can sit in rain.

*** The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the entire city of New York without mercy. The night was eerily quiet; even the usual roar of vehicles on the highway was absent. Only the patter of raindrops on the asphalt and the rumble of thunder breaking the pitch-black sky could be heard. In the midst of the downpour, Anastasia stood beneath a deserted city bus stop. She clutched her suitcase tightly, her clothes and body slowly soaking as there wasn't enough shelter to keep her dry.

Even when it rains. Especially when it rains. We’re here. And that’s more than enough. That’s everything.

“Because if I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.” A sudden coolness fell from the sky. Rain. At first, it was just a few droplets, but soon, it became a steady downpour, drenching them both.

Molly I've been walking for a while without any success in recognizing my soundings when the heavens open up and rain pours down on me. I dont think I've ever seen rain this bad before. It's freezing cold and within seconds battering down on me and everything around me leaving my clothes completely soaked through. What the hell?