Rainstorm Stories

This Story Takes Place Around Their Teenage Years. This May Include .Grom (in the future/ if requested) .Certain Events .Any suggestions you ask me to! .Cute Homosexuals (raine and eda :])

A girl/women stands in middle of rainy storm.

Trapped by a sudden rainstorm on a small bench, you get closer to Nishinoya, your classmate you had never really talked to, who you THOUGHT was nothing more than a loud-mouthed ball of energy. Maybe there is more to him after all..?

Poetry

Some demons never go to rest, but it's easier to fight them with someone by your side. . . . Johnlock one-shot. Short chapter.

In a drought-stricken town, Lorelei yearns for the forgotten magic of rain. When she discovers a mysterious device, a desperate hope stirs. But the answer to her prayers unleashes a deluge that threatens to drown her town. Can Elise sacrifice a precious piece of her past to restore balance and save her town?

An isolated Elf wanders along the shoreline, appreciating the company of only the Ocean. He fills his mind with past immoral deeds, unable to hope that he will receive a moment of solace again.

Love in the Rain Mia hurried down the cobbled streets of Paris, clutching her sketchbook to her chest as raindrops danced around her. She had forgotten her umbrella, but she didn't mind. The city was more beautiful in the rain, glistening under the streetlights, the scent of wet pavement and fresh coffee lingering in the air. As she turned the corner near the Seine, she crashed into someone-hard. Her sketchbook flew from her hands, landing in a puddle. "I'm so sorry!" she gasped, looking up. A pair of deep brown eyes met hers. The man standing before her had dark, tousled hair and a charmingly crooked smile. He bent down and picked up her sketchbook, carefully shaking off the water. "No harm done," he said, handing it back. Then he noticed the drawings inside-portraits of people, a sketch of the very street they stood on, and a half-finished sketch of a man's face. "This is incredible," he murmured, flipping through the pages. Mia blushed. "It's nothing, really." He looked at her curiously. "You don't see how beautiful your work is?" She shrugged, feeling suddenly shy. "I just draw what I see." "Then I hope you'll see me again," he said with a playful grin. "I'm Lucas." Mia smiled, tucking her wet hair behind her ear. "Mia." Lucas glanced up at the sky as the rain continued to pour. Without hesitation, he pulled off his scarf and gently draped it around her shoulders. "Would you let me buy you a coffee? Maybe tell me more about these sketches?" Mia hesitated for only a second before nodding. As they walked toward the nearest café, she felt a warmth spread through her-not just from the scarf, but from the way Lucas looked at her, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. And maybe, just maybe, she had been too.

A ghost town. That's all the city of Paradi is now. After the great war, no-one wanted to live in this half of the world anymore. They all moved to the upper half, where the sun still shone bright and the water was clear and blue. But here below... Everything was dim, blocked out by the abandoned shells of humungously tall buildings. No real people were left in it's lonely streets. There were many robots, but little cyborgs and fewer humans. Those who lived in Paradi, or the lower half, were either too poor to get too the other half, or just plain stupid. Anybody valuing their lives should go to the other half. But there were some who just stayed in the lower because there was nowhere else to go. The empty streets of Paradi suited them fine, and most of them just barely managed to survive, scraping through life each day. Here, the story starts with one such person.

Ever wonder about rain? How other people think of it? A non-scientific explanation will solve all you problems. Please also comment/vote!!!!!

A stormy night. A printing deadline. A young designer on the edge of exhaustion. When Nina is tasked with producing 700 posters overnight for a major smartphone campaign, she faces more than just technical pressure-she battles doubt, fatigue, and the weight of responsibility. With rain pounding the windows and machines roaring through the night, she discovers that resilience, teamwork, and a spark of creativity can turn crisis into breakthrough. One Night Poster is a story of determination, grit, and the quiet triumphs behind the scenes.

This poem beautifully captures the intimate and contemplative moments shared between two people during a rain shower. It evokes feelings of longing, vulnerability, and the quiet power of nature as a backdrop for connection.

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Sometimes, some moments become the cause of memory.

"Whenever you're bored, write something! Then, you are always improving." Whenever I have free time, I pick up my phone and start to type. Often during rainstorms, after a dream I just had, or places with many memories. As a result, many little paragraphs and pages have been written. So, I won't let them go to waste. You never know when a prompt can grow into a book in the bestsellers...

Well then, I guess this is it. The eventful land of my, Caelena Halway's, life. When I say eventful, I mean... interesting. When I say interesting I mean... life. Basically, I'm a normal girl. At least, I am now. Did I mention I used to go to spy school?

Ruby is a storm that brings rainbows to those she touches but she thinks shell never get that luxury. Wherever she goes rain is sure to follow, it plagues her life but once she leaves rainbows appear. She cant control what she can do, she wants to though. Shed do anything to get rid of the constant fear that drives her life. With the little amount of things she owns and a curse she cant control her life is a thunderstorm but soon it will turn to a rainbow after the rainfall ends.