When Rain Fell Unseen Novels & Stories

ELOISE’S POV: The rain falls in a melancholic rhythm, its soft pitter-patters against the penthouse’s glass windows, a haunting backdrop to the emotions raging within me. I sit alone in my dimly lit bedroom, the glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. My eyes are fixed on the newspaper spread out before me laid on the vanity mirror. Its headline screams in bold letters, "CEO's Startling Confession: A Love and a Child Kept in Shadows."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat there, feeling the full weight of my unrequited feelings. I don’t know how long I stayed in the car. Atlas didn’t come out to check on me. I remained there until the clear sky became overcast with clouds, and the air grew heavy with the promise of rain. Soon enough, the sky roared with thunder and lit up with lightning, followed by a deluge of rain. It was no surprise. The warm, humid weather had hinted at it all evening.

Serena The rain had stopped falling about an hour ago, but the air was heavy with wet earth and ozone. Tiptoeing, I grabbed the window and closed the shutters. Droplets clung to the window, glistening like silver tears, but the smell of vanilla was more interesting than gazing at nature’s perfect view of pitch-dark starless skies.

But then the heavens opened, and the rain poured down, soaking me, each drop icy as it struck my cheeks, my arms, my legs. I lay there, staring up at the sky, letting the rain wash over me. It felt like the universe itself was crying for me, shedding tears that I no longer had the strength to shed. I’d cried enough in my life, shed enough tears to fill an ocean, and now, even though I was breaking inside, I couldn’t cry anymore. The rain did it for me.

Then “Rain. The word felt ancient. Almost sacred. Adrian watched as more drops began to fall—slow at first, uncertain, as if the sky itself was relearning how to weep. One struck his cheek. Another his shoulder. They didn’t burn. Didn’t sting, Didn’t poison. They simply Were. Adrian raised his hand again, staring at the water collecting in his palm. Clear, Real. Impossible. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, quietly “You did this. Samuel’s voice was softer than usual. “I helped it happen.”

Still, I summoned my determination and pushed forward, my eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of relief. Suddenly, I felt a splash on my cheek—a light, unwelcome reminder from the heavens that I was not in control of the circumstances. I looked up, feeling the first raindrops begin to fall like a gentle but insistent tap dance upon my skin. Indeed, this couldn't be happening at the worst opportune moment. My heart sank as I realized how vulnerable I felt, exposed to the elements without shelter.

rain pounded relentlessly against the windowpanes, blurring the world outside into dark, trembling shadows. When Rach arrived at Alicia’s doorstep, she looked broken. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, soaking wet from the downpour, and her clothes clung heavily to her shivering frame. But it wasn't the rain that made Alicia’s heart drop—it was the deep, purple bruises forming a sickening collar around Rach's throat. She looked utterly helpless, stripped of every bit of pride she once had.

I looked up to see the sky, clear and blue as always. It was a perfect day, with a soft breeze playing with the clouds. I smiled and, without a second thought, I deleted Ruby's message and blocked her number. Then I stood tall and walked out the door. Time was racing by. I strode confidently into my future.

The rain didn’t fall in Seattle; it colonized. It slicked the charcoal-grey pavement of the Financial District and turned the neon signs of the city into bleeding, distorted watercolors. From the leather-stitched interior of a black town car, Lyra Belcourt watched the droplets race down the reinforced glass. To any other observer, it was a dismal Tuesday. To Lyra, it was the first hour of a calculated gamble that would either make her career or dismantle her soul.

Why would her clothes be wet before anyone realized he had fallen in? Unless— The thought hit so suddenly he nearly dropped the photograph. No. That didn’t make sense. Did it? His chest tightened painfully. Memory flickered again. Hands dragging him upward. Cold shaking breaths. Dark hair sticking to someone’s face. Not lighter hair. Dark. Adrian stepped back abruptly. “No…” The word left him under his breath. Because deep down— something horrifying was beginning to form. — Across the city, Elara stood alone on her apartment balcony, one hand resting lightly against her stomach.