When It Pours It Rains Novels & Stories

​The rain in Crestview didn’t just fall; it punished. It was a cold, rhythmic assault that turned the city’s soot-stained streets into a labyrinth of grey slush. It hammered against the cracked, salt-crusted windows of the bus station, mirroring the frantic, shattered rhythm of Elara Vance’s heart. Each drop sounded like a gavel striking a desk, pronouncing a sentence she wasn't ready to serve.

His gaze dropped, “I didn’t do that…” Almost immediately, it started pouring. A sudden fucking rain!

The rain came without warning. It wasn’t the kind of gentle drizzle that softened the world into poetry. It was heavy and relentless, like the sky itself had decided it couldn’t hold back anymore. The streets of Harlem shimmered under the downpour, pedestrians scattering beneath awnings, taxis honking louder than usual, and neon lights reflecting in kaleidoscopic puddles.

Lucas POV Rain doesn’t just fall. It performs. Each drop lands with its own note. Outside, the bigger ones slap the pavement in hard, flat bursts, like a drummer who doesn’t know when to stop. Smaller drops race down the café window, some fast and clean, others dragging behind, merging, swallowing each other whole before sliding out of sight. The gutter above is offbeat, spitting water in crooked streams, pooling by the curb in circles that ripple, overlap, collapse.

The next that followed was an immediate and heavy downpour of rain. I opened my eyes and a frown scrunched my face. "Fucking rain." I hissed. "Bad things always happen when it rains…"

Lightning flashed like tree roots standing out against the dark sky and pouring rain. No one urged anyone to go home, they just sat next to each other and watched the rain fall. No matter how bustling the city is, when it rains, it becomes sad. The traffic became less frequent and the figures of people running quickly became a very familiar image in Harvey's eyes every time it rained. - We should go home, we have to sleep so we can go to work tomorrow, right? – Aurora glanced at the watch in her hand and said. - Okay, let's go home.

I’m just leaving the school gate when the first drops platter on my windshield. Oh God. At this hour there might not be much traffic. Maybe if I move fast I can beat it, immediately the though passes the droplets increase ten folds, the water plattering on the windshield all around me. Oh come on?! Why today of all days? The sky opens and the rain pours.

“Aye. Let’s build an empire.” A couple hours later... It was raining. Because of fucking course it was. Cold, soaking, moody ass rain like something out of a dramatic breakup movie. The kind where the ex shows up groveling and the heroine looks too good to be bothered. Only this wasn’t a movie.

RAINE’S POV So, maybe I felt worse than I let on. Though my stomach seemed to be settled, there was an annoying pain in my head, and my legs ached as if I had been speed walking all day. Not only that, but I found myself suffering from these unwanted hot flashes. When I awoke, I thought I’d feel refreshed, but that wasn’t the case at all. My body felt heavy and sweaty. The two men that I seemed to be caught in between were also unexpectedly at my side.