When It Pours It Rains Novels & Stories

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

She could freely express her grief and anguish, knowing that the raindrops would carry them away, blending them with the currents that flowed through the streets. Her sobs mixed with the rhythmic pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the ground as it intensified, casting a veil of grey upon the world. The streets grew slick and the air became heavy with moisture. But she pressed on, driven by a deep determination to reach the solace of her home until it gradually subsided before finally stopping.

Making the glass blurry. Sameer parks his car on the side and both waits for the rain to stop. The rainy season is also called the season of love. Both together in the car. Empty road. And a romantic atmosphere. "Let us get wet in the Rain and get drenched in Love."

“Huh?” “Look, the rain is getting heavy.” As if on cue, the rain turned heavier. Showering us with its big drops. “Then what should we do now?” she worriedly asked. “Enjoy the rain.” I smiled at her. “B-But, we might catch a cold if we— I look up at the sky and open my arms wide as if I’m sacrificing my body to the rain. “Look Angela, the rain is pouring so hard for us! HAHAHAHA!”

Grayson said, "You’ll lose till there’s nothing else to lose. You won't even be wearing pants after." At night, there was the pattering of rain from the sky. The rain gradually increased and turned into heavy rain before long. Rainwater gathered on the city streets and washed the waterways. Pedestrians were rushing on the street and many people were drenched because they did not have time to prepare umbrellas. Grayson cautiously asked the president, "Mr. Ares, it's raining. Do you still want to go to the Rainbow Flyover tonight?" Jay stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his handsome face as cold as usual. "No rain, hail, or shine will be an obstacle."

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past.

DRIP! What began as small droplets quickly turned into a relentless downpour, hammering against the windows and blurring the windshield. " This is not good," I heard Grayson mumble as he dropped his fourth bag of Cheetos. " What's wrong?" " This road gets pretty messed up when it rains." " But we're in a car. We're safe." " That's the problem. This road is pretty steep, and once it rains, the water can push the car down. You do not want to be inside when that happens."