Rainfall Stories

❛ When you are young, they assume you know nothing ❜ ( sai sudharshan x fem!oc ) ( started: 11 /3 / 25 ) ( published: 13 / 3 / 25 ) sai sudharshan © soupsvault, 2025

"𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦," he whispered then put me down quickly. The storm stopped and it went back to sprinkling. I tried my best not to show any attitude in my face...

A short college love story.

__ ❝ Everyone but me is in love, singing spring songs, Flowers bloom and sway before my eyes But I want to hear something else Something to s...

I loved you dearly and you left me in pain but then I forgot, I'm not her. Don't worry my love, I'll back off so you can be happy, with her. A Heptalogy story about fri...

this is for u bestie

ON THE PROCESS OF REVISION One day, I met a girl in the waiting shed.

Klein Cabery is just a normal highschool student but after he woke up he can't remember anything even people and who he really is... But when he meet the other people he...

'Kyla didn't see it coming as it fell, but fall it did, right into her outstretched hand as she danced in the pouring rain.' The rain won't ever stop and the grey clouds...

"The leaf of an oak will fall, it will fly, but land between a maple and an alder, if the clouds do not carry it away, the leaf will shrivel up and never meet stars...

This is a short poem I wrote for a competition.

Trigger Warning I wrote this dark/dreamy™ poem about my social anxiety and the bitterness of the great fall of my self-esteem, which is current today. I felt horrible an...

What are the real colors behind Tyrone's story? (Part 2 of 2 - Short Story - Rainfall) *You can read and understand this without reading part 1, but to know the whole st...

My vagrant edition- which doesn't remain only in one genre but constantly redirects from funny to romantic or fictional to non fictional, philosophical etc. so basically...

Short story about a beautiful, unforgettable and remarkable time I had in the rain.

Story about the rain.

This is a poem, in which I turned my experience of seeing a crow laying dead on wet street after a heavy rainfall, into words, in memory of that crow.

A poem about the ancient ways of nature and how it doesn't question itself.