When It Pours It Rains Novels & Stories

Callista asked and Haru immediately answered while her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the rain falling on her face. "Because of this rain, I experienced happy and sad circumstances. The rain witnessed all that I went through. And do you know that it is better to cry while it is raining because no one can see you crying because the rain accompanies you when you cry. You are free to cry without anyone noticing." Haru said and help Callista to enter the house because Callista were sick more when it got soaked in the rain. Callista was quiet as Haru helped her to enter to the house.

Angel I'm walking on the pavement, tapping my feet against the ground so that it will make a splash. It's raining, and being my usual self, I forgot my umbrella at home. I'm returning home from the gym, and the rain is cooling off my body perfectly. I enjoy the rain. I take a deep breath and look at the sky. Raindrops gently hit my face, making me relax. After some minutes, I start walking back home because I notice that the rain is about to stop, and I am drenched. I don't want to get sick, so I quicken my pace until my house is in view. I run to my door then turn my head slightly to the left to see some boxes on my neighbours' porch. They just moved in, and I haven't even seen them once ex

"It tells me that you aren't afraid of me. And that is, perhaps, the most dangerous thing I've encountered in four centuries." The rain began in earnest, cold sheets of it suddenly breaking from the Celtic sky, soaking through Rebecca’s jacket in seconds and plastering her hair to her face. Yet, the sudden deluge did nothing to the cool stone of the man before her. He didn't blink. He didn't retreat.

*** 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.

“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?

I slightly frowned at him diverting my eyes away. He licked his plum lips, “Have a nice day” Before I could I reply he had already left. “You too” I muttered. I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead. A drop fell on my cheek and I looked up. It had started drizzling. Dark clouds huddled together as I walked back home in the slow rain. I love the rain. It’s not gloomy or depressing at all. It’s fun. I believe rain can get you on with whatever mood or state you’re in. If you’re happy you go play in the rain, jump in water puddles and dance. If you’re sad, you listen to songs and look out and cry. If you’re angry you just stand in the rain and the water cools you off. It works with me.

The skies over Mumbai rumbled ominously as dark clouds rolled in, casting a shadow over the bustling city. The streets were chaotic yet alive, with honking cars, street vendors shouting their wares, and umbrellas bobbing up and down in a sea of humanity. The first drops of rain began to fall, tentative at first, before the heavens opened in a relentless downpour.

3rd pov; Let it all out. Sadness and anguish, everything. It had been raining for hours now. The steady patter of water against the windows had been producing a continuous tap sound. It was supposed to be a full moon tonight but it felt as if the sky was pouring the sorrow out of it.

I need to end this once and for all. Before long, raindrops begin to splatter on the windshield, and soon the downpour begins, turning the entire world grey. The rain, like my emotions, is relentless—unforgiving. I turn on my wipers, not giving myself time to dwell on it. Lightening flashes across the sky, causing me to jump on my seat before the round rumble of thunder follows immediately after it