When The Rain Stops Falling Novels & Stories

Snarling. Screaming. Bones cracking somewhere in the darkness. Then silence. Complete silence. Nova stood frozen in the center of the ruined subway car, her chest heaving as rain hammered outside the tunnel. Water dripped from her curls into her eyes, but she barely noticed. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs while adrenaline burned through her veins. Run. The thought screamed through her head immediately. Run now. But her legs refused to move. Because some instinct deep inside her warned that if this creature wanted her dead, she would already be dead.

My voice disappeared into the storm. No answer came. Of course it didn’t.Because nothing could fix this. Nothing could take it away. Time passed, but I did not know how much. Minutes. Maybe longer. All I knew was that the rain kept falling. And I kept crying. Until suddenly…It stopped. Not the rain. Just. Not on me. I frowned slightly, my breath uneven as I slowly lifted my head. The sound of the rain was still there, loud and constant, but I could not feel it anymore.

"In my childhood, rain meant tea and books. I used to sit on the balcony with my father and read poetry. That habit is still with me. Seeing you, Abrar, I feel as if that little Raisa has returned." Abrar laughed. "Mother, why do you think of poetry when you see the rain?" "Because in the rain, the world stops. All accounts and calculations wash away. Only joy and peace remain." The four of them sat in silence, watching the rain. No one spoke. Only the sound of sips from tea cups and the patter of raindrops. ---

my father shouted. My mother slowed and turned her head slightly. "Where's Rainie?" "Forget about her!" my father barked. "Stella matters more!" He charged down the stairs with my sister in his arms. My mother hesitated for only a moment. Then she followed. The door slammed shut behind them. The impact knocked the family photo off the wall. It struck the floor with a crack, and glass shattered across the empty apartment. In the photograph, my sister stood in the center. My parents held her on both sides. All three of them were smiling.

From where we stood, a tall wall stood around the boundary of the territory. "It's just vines. I shall tear them down with my teeth. We will wait until the rain stops, then we will enter Autumn Moon." Vines will not hinder me from getting what I want. I will find that vault and get that ring! After hours of downpour, the rain suddenly stopped. The dark clouds disappeared and the Harvest Moon shone from above. I sent my Beta to see if the waters had receded and to give me a full report on the condition of Autumn Moon.

Chapter 43 The rain has finally stopped and the only signs that were left of it where the puddles and the droplets that were sleeping cast the branches and the lives that were and the soil that absorbed the water that are called down from the sky as if it had been thrown in buckets at this point Robinson was shivering strongly but he did not pay any attention to a struggling buddy that was reacting to god he was partying heated up with excitement of how he was going to bury his story so that nobody else will be able to get to it.

The whole room felt unstable, like something was building up to a breaking point. Cane's breathing was heavy beside me, but he stayed where I had pulled him. We watched. Minutes passed. Then slowly, it started to stop. Carian's voice became quieter, the words slowing down until she spoke the last one and went silent. Her hands stayed on Gunnar's chest for a few more seconds, then she lifted them. At the same time, the storm outside faded. The thunder stopped first. Then the wind dropped. The rain slowed down until it turned into a light patter, and then it stopped completely.

The rain had finally stopped, leaving the sky clear; with no heavy, dark, rain clouds blocking the moonlight. The sunny afternoon was gone in a blink and the hours of raining seemed like forever. The important thing was, the rain was over. It wouldn’t be too cold at night to sleep anymore nor too dark outside with the thick clouds. When nightfall came, it was time for the moon to shine and illuminate the earth, guiding the lost soul to the right path and pulling those in despair from the abyss.

My fingers trembled as I reached for another piece of clothing, but my hands were too numb to grip it properly. “Forget it,” I whispered, dropping my hands to my sides. “Just… forget it.” I hung my head, letting the rain hammer down on me, as hot tears mixed with the cold drops on my face until I felt like I couldn’t breathe. But then, just as I was about to give up entirely, the rain stopped. I blinked, confused, and looked up.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r