Find your next favourite story now
Login

Rain Stories

rain

My Puddle Duck

When life gives you puddles, sometimes you just need to play in them.

Some say only ducks truly enjoy the rain. They obviously have not met Kerstin.  “You’re stark-raving mad, you know that?” I call out to her from the bungalow’s front porch.  “We haven’t seen the sun for three days. These puddles may very well be my only c...

The rain in furry.  I am solotude. All I do is count the drops as they wind and fall. Lightning and thunder command the sky. I witness the ribbons of wind as they lash the sleeping trees. I am at a place of inner concentration that I can not share but wis...

Rain

For someone I used to love.

Sprinkling softly, the rain falls down to earth, like tears from the heavens. Ironic in this moment, as my own eyes start to well. I close my eyes and bite my lip, pushing back my feelings as a clap of thunder shakes the ground. My once-treasured thunders...

God’s Tears (Part One)

Forgivness is just a decision away

God’s Tears (Part One) Long after the sticky drab of an all day late August rain, the trees still spit on me. The fog rolls in, like a thick blanket, smothering the hustle and din I’ve grown accustom to. Only the expectancy of a passing cop car can cut th...

She sat back, headphones on, pressed play and closed her eyes. As she listened to the music she heard the distant rumbling of thunder, it was getting louder, closer. She smiled. Soon the rains would be here. Looking around, taking in the dry harsh plains,...

The Storm

I wrote this story for a competition in the RNLI magazine 'Lifeboat'... It didn't win.

The rain lashed noisily against the windows and drummed upon the flat roof of the dormer. She pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to shut out the incessant din but it was no use. The howling wind whistled around the eaves reaching a thundering...

Anonymous

Presence

Presence, meaning, purpose,love, rain,air, happiness,beauty,smile, eyes, desire, life, dreams

Life would be meaningless without your love, the sound of the whispering rain on fallen leaves stirring up the fresh smell of air that has been scrubbed clean wasted without your heart to share it with.  Because without you there is only the thought of yo...

After the Rain

For those who love the rain

It’s raining outside, I can see through the living room window. With my eyes closed, I imagined how it would feel on my skin so cool and refreshingmaking me feel clean again after it washed away all my worries and fears. As I’m watching the rain fall hard...

Get Free access to these great features

  • Create your own custom Profile
  • Share your imaginative stories with the community
  • Curate your own reading list and follow authors
  • Enter exclusive competitions
  • Chat with like minded people
  • Tip your favourite authors

Tears and Rain

Sometimes a song can say it so much better.

Every raindrop from the skytouching this desiccated earth. Brings fresh verve, causing a sigh.Damping a place, so flowers grow. Like every teardrop from her eye,touches this bruised parched heart. Sowing seeds to make her garden grownever meaning to cause...

The Tram

Now she always walks to work.

She always walked to work.   Wearing a good pair of walking shoes, she had her dress flats in a large handbag.   Normally she'd take the tram on days like today.   She doesn't anymore.   Now she puts rubber booties over her sneakers and walks to work.   B...

L'important c'est la Rose...

Waiting for a love that will come one day.

It’s been an eternity since he was sitting on the bench in the pouring rain. It’s been an eternity since the skies have forgotten how the blue might have looked. It’s been an eternity since Heaven and Earth had been washed together by the ashen grey dilut...

Anonymous

Sionara

You will never know when you fall for the wrong one.

“Hey! Bata.” I greeted Nora who sat on the porch and sipped her tea. She was in her white pajamas and t-shirt. I wanted to tease her about cleavage but it was my last time meeting her so decided not to annoy her. “Hey! Little boy.” She greeted me back and...

The Secret Life of Mrs Faulkner - Chapter One

How well do you really know someone?

Cruel World:He was vaguely aware of someone entering the room and the sounds they were making, how they were disturbing the peace he had created for himself, interrupted his little world and penetrated the barrier that he had built to keep people out. "To...

Summer Storm

A summer storm blows by.

A soft murmur heardDroplets scatter aboutThunder’s distant rumbleNature’s fury shoutsDarkening skiesLike a blanket concealTurbulence aboveThe Gods won’t revealSharp lightening cracksIlluminating the groundStorm clouds roarWith a deafening soundRain washes...