When It Pours It Rains Novels & Stories

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.

DRIZZLE DRIZZLE The rain poured down heavily, wanting to wash away all the sins on earth. “Damn this stupid rain” Williams muttered angrily as he was looking for a shelter to shield him from the rain. Williams had no choice but to start running as the rain became heavier Plop Williams saw himself lying flat on the ground. Williams became more angry, his body was covered in mud and his cloths were drenched. “ Hey are you alright? “ a soft feminine voice asked

3 Grace. It was raining. And it was not a gentle drizzle or a moody sprinkle, but stormy. Heavy drops slammed the windows like they were mad at the glass, thunder cracked open the sky in jagged bursts, and the house, big as it was, suddenly felt smaller.

Dark clouds rolled in, casting an ominous shadow over the woods, and rain began to fall. The raindrops danced on the lake's surface, forming ripples that merged and spread outwards, as if to mirror the turmoil within Delaney's heart. She didn't seem affected by the sudden change in weather, for she knew that the rain was an extension of her own emotions. The heavens were weeping with her, and she embraced the downpour, letting it mingle with her tears.

The gentle patter of rain against the windowpane provides a soothing backdrop, a natural symphony that matches the rhythm of my troubled thoughts. In this moment of solitude, I let the tears flow freely, mingling with the rain that caresses my face. Each droplet seems to carry away a fraction of my anguish as if nature itself is trying to wash away my pain. The rain becomes my silent confidante, listening to the whispers of my sorrow and offering solace in its gentle embrace.

But then, the storm hit. It started with a low rumble of thunder, then the sky opened up and rain poured down in sheets. The wind howled, and the trees groaned under its force. I struggled to keep my footing on the muddy path, my clothes quickly soaked through. The rain was relentless and painful. Each drop was feeling like a needle against my skin as it fell.