When The Rain Stops Falling Novels & Stories

Knowing fully well he will only come back when the rain stops, which is also the reason she carried out her task now. Shane stood at the floor to ceiling windows in his office, staring at the rain and wondering when it will stop. The rain had started when he was in a meeting and he had thought it will stop before he finished the meeting, but he never expected it to pour heavily for straight two hours.

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

he says. “You said that,” I say. “The forecast is good,” he says. “Samuel,” I say. “Yes,” he says. “Stop talking about the weather,” I say. He looks at me. “I have been planning this since October,” he says. “The first of October,” I say. “Yes,” he says. “Then stop talking,” I say. He does. *** At two in the morning, the rain stops. The specific silence after rain in a city is different from regular silence. Fuller. The streets washed clean, and the sound of water still moving in the gutters, and the air carrying the specific quality of something that has passed and left the world a slightly better version of itself.

As he prepared to leave, a deep rumble of thunder echoed across the sky. A flash of lightning split the sky, and the rain, which had momentarily stopped, began to fall again. The autumn rain fell steadily, mingling with the sorrowful emotions that seemed to hang in the air. Kelly tilted her head up to the sky, feeling the rain cool against her pale cheeks. It trickled down her nose and dripped to the ground. Just then, Keith, who had been about to leave, also stopped. Whether it was the rain or a lingering feeling of nostalgia, he paused in his tracks.

“Promise, baby. This storm might be ending… but us? We’re just getting started.” Outside, the rain finally stopped. Inside, the heat between them burned hotter than ever.

Angel I'm walking on the pavement, tapping my feet against the ground so that it will make a splash. It's raining, and being my usual self, I forgot my umbrella at home. I'm returning home from the gym, and the rain is cooling off my body perfectly. I enjoy the rain. I take a deep breath and look at the sky. Raindrops gently hit my face, making me relax. After some minutes, I start walking back home because I notice that the rain is about to stop, and I am drenched. I don't want to get sick, so I quicken my pace until my house is in view. I run to my door then turn my head slightly to the left to see some boxes on my neighbours' porch. They just moved in, and I haven't even seen them once ex

I sat down first and continued to stare at the sky. Suddenly it rained. Does the weather also share my grief? I kept crying. No one could see me because it was raining so I just kept crying. I wish I could just get rid of my feelings. Hopefully tomorrow it will be gone. Even heaven is sad and weeping. Simultaneously with the dripping of my tears was also the dripping of raindrops. When the rain stopped, I immediately entered the gate. I'm very depressed. I went straight to my room to change my clothes. I went to bed immediately and because I was so tired I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep.

Samson agreed with a smile, "Indeed, we are looking at a continuous cycle. More batches of students, increased ethanol production, expanded business opportunities, and increased travel between India and Brazil. Samson's optimistic declaration was met with a sudden change in weather. A drizzle began to descend, transforming the scene before them. The droplets danced upon the ground, symbolising the growth and change that this journey had brought. As the rain began to fall, a collective sense of movement emerged among the group. Chairs were abandoned as people rushed indoors, seeking shelter from the unexpected shower. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops on the windows and rooftops created a s

Because I felt it. “Thank you.” I glanced around the room once more. He still stood there as if he was waiting for me. “Let me walk you out.” I rolled out of bed, basking in my nakedness. Shane had seen this all last night and I was in the comfort of my own home, I was going to walk around however I wanted. I led the way to the door and he followed. I opened the door and saw rain. So beautiful, the sun was out but the rain came down in small droplets. I smiled, not realizing that Shane was watching me.