When The Rain Stops Falling Novels & Stories

A stack that looked like it belonged in a black card wallet, not in my trembling, muddy hands. I clutched Sophie closer. Her cheek pressed against my neck, warm despite everything. She hadn’t spoken in a while. “Everything’s okay now,” I murmured, even though it was not. Not really. But I could lie a little longer. Just enough to make it through tonight. The rain finally stopped. For the first time in hours, the sky cleared, and weak sunshine filtered through the clouds. The puddles glittered with it, like fragments of a broken mirror trying to look beautiful again.

At the side of his face and the set of his jaw and the very slight tension in his shoulders that was the only sign of how much he meant what he'd just said. "Okay," I said softly. "You're welcome." The first drop hit my nose about ten seconds later. I looked up. The sky, which had been overcast all evening in the way November skies committed to being overcast, had made its decision. The rain came down in the sudden, committed way of rain that had been thinking about it for hours and had finally stopped deliberating — not a drizzle, not a warning, just rain, immediate and complete. Axel moved immediately. "Come on, there's cover—"

I tried to keep my eyes open but I couldn’t as the water entered my eyes each time I tired. I wanted the cold to numb me, for the water to strip away every thought crowding my mind. Maybe it could scrub away last night. Or the ache in my chest I didn’t have a name for yet. Or the hollow weight of Alpha Damon’s stare that still clung to my skin. “This is not the rain to play in,” I muttered under my breath as the rain grew heavier, my teeth clattering together from the cold. But then suddenly… the rain stopped. Or rather, it stopped hitting me.

And still, it wasn’t enough. “Why?!” My voice cracked, shattering. “Why them? Why not me?!” But there was no answer. Only rain. Only darkness. And me—kneeling, broken, drowning in a storm that felt like it would never end. And then— The rain stopped. Not entirely. It still poured around me, flooding the soil, dripping from the trees… but not on me. I blinked through the blur of tears, my breath hitching in my throat. A shadow loomed over me, shielding me from the storm. Slowly, I looked up.

They've been home for weeks now, and their hair was still pink until one day they felt their first raindrops in months. For months, all they had was dew to nourish and wet the grounds. But not today, as they rushed to the shelter as the rain came pouring down fiercely. Their hair turned back to its original color. It didn't take long for the weather to change into a full-blown thunderstorm. Autumn looks out the window. “You think it's going to stop soon?”

I pulled my knees up and hugged it close as I watched the rain fall. I couldn’t even begin to describe the stressful and dark thoughts that crossed my mind as I reflected on my troublesome life while I watched the rain fall. I couldn’t understand why life was so harsh…and so unfair. Sometimes, I just plainly hated my life. It was hard to go on living, so why do we even bother… At that moment, the rain that had been pouring down slowly started to stop. The dark clouds began to part, and some light started shining through. I looked up from the ground for the first time since I started curling myself up into a ball.

I’m also the one crying my eyes out because of it…this is so stupid. Suddenly, the rain stopped. The endless rain that had been falling down on my head had come to a complete stop. “How much longer are you going to sit out in this storm?” the voice I had wanted least…or the most…to hear right now cut through the sound of the storm.

The rain had finally stopped by the time dawn broke over Istanbul. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the heavy clouds, scattering across the rooftops and damp cobblestone streets. The city seemed deceptively calm, as if the chaos of the night before hadn’t happened at all. But beneath that fragile calm, everyone in the team knew a storm was still waiting to explode.

The final secret—the one that would truly shatter them—was still waiting. And the rain kept falling. Like it was counting down. Like it knew the end was close. Like it was waiting for the moment one of them would speak the words that would burn the house down.

"Maybe I can't stop the downpour, but I will always be by your side in the rain." - UNKNOWN MELODY POV Resentment and agitation warred in my mind as I approached the vast structure laying before me. One foot in front of the other, I pushed my knees higher kicking the hew with my feet as I forced my beaten-up body to race to the house. My heart thumped with vigor, my muscles screamed for mercy, and my sore body cried out from the torture. But I was far from stopping. I couldn’t stop because my mind would not fuckin’ allow it. I cast a small gaze to the sky where the sun painted a lovely gray shade across the oblivion, dancing behind the horizon with the full promise of the new day.