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#112: Come Rain or Shine

From melancholy to cathartic to Singing-in-the-Rain-style joyful, rain somehow feels different every time. What’s certain is that rain often forms the backdrop to many of our human dramas — so this week’s prompts invite you to step into that downpour and let it soak you to the bones.

This week's prompts

End your story with a character standing in the rain.

Angst – 99 stories

Write a story where it’s raining men, literally or metaphorically.

Valentine's Day – 24 stories

Write a story where something magical happens when it starts to rain.

Middle School – 53 stories

The first rain of the season arrives. Write a story that begins immediately afterward.

Spring – 27 stories

Write about a character driving in the rain.

Fall – 57 stories

Stories

“Rain Fairies ” by Rebecca Hackney

Submitted to Contest #112

The first rain of the season doesn’t seem like much but the plants and flowers appreciate it. Some though find it annoying especially if they have plans that have to put on hold due to rain. Lily, on the other hand loved it when it rained because that was when the rain fairies came out. Not many could see them but Lily could. She would watch them prepare before the rain hit getting animals and insects to safety. Once the rain came Lily would watch the fairies dance and run around the droplets. Occasionally they would direct the rain to flowe...

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“One drop at a time ” by Karas Farhoud

Submitted to Contest #112

One magical rainy season, there were two friends Jack and Anna, Jack and Anna were walking at night to their house when suddenly a heavy rain started, it wasn’t an ordinary rain drops. Jack and Anna were walking on the rain singing “ rain rain go away come again another day” soon they saw the drops turn into a beautiful sparkling crystals. Jack cried “oh my God , Anna can you see what I’m seeing ?” Anna replied “ this is amazing jack, look at all this rain drops turning into a beautiful crystal balls, look how nice and sparking they look!” S...

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“Rain, Rain, Go Away” by Leon Moss

Submitted to Contest #112

Harry loved life in Grassybridge. The town was leafy and green and built in a saucer-shaped valley. The houses were gingerbread style with red roofs, manicured lawns and bright flower beds. No fences. Great neighbors. Lots of kids on trikes and bikes. And best of all, great parties. The entertainment committee knew no bounds when it came to organizing fun events for the adult community. Harry whistled as he exited the highway into the approach road into Grassybridge. What’s on tonight, he wondered. Hello, what’s that crazy old man doing no...

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“Summer Storm” by Emma Hagan

Submitted to Contest #112

As Rilea walked from the air-conditioned restaurant, she could feel the heat of the day upon her skin. Tugging at her hair, her long hair falling from the neat bun. She repositions her sunglasses, allowing her vision to readjust again. Rilea looks up and notices the lateness of the afternoon, the smell in the air, the scent attributed to the first summer rain after a hot day. There was no rush in her pace as she strolled along the beachside path to where Rilea had parked her car. A lovely afternoon for a walk, she thinks to herself. ...

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“About the girl who drives in the rain” by R. K.

Submitted to Contest #112

About the Girl who Drives in the Rain She drives in the rain. In snowIn the hailIn the wind.She drives and thinks and feels.She drives until she can breathe again. She looks for peace Peace of the heart, the mind, the soul.She looks for it in the sky- from the sky. She looks for it in the storms.And a promiseFrom the subjects of interest:If you realize their strengthAnd respect their power In all formsThey will share their stillness with youAnd fill your empty places. …To the girl Who drives in the rai...

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“Memento” by Jenna Johnson

Submitted to Contest #112

(Content Warning: themes of emotional abuse)Mel forced herself to blink her dry eyes as she stared through the windshield into the black, pouring rain. Her hands gripped the scratched steering wheel like it was a plastic lifeline, chest squeezing her heart as she tried to push aside what she was doing, where she was going. Rain crashed over the road, so thick she could barely see the edge of the pavement.A bump. Mel yelped, knees knocking against the rim of the wheel. The thud in the trunk sent her skin crawling again. She knew it was slidin...

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“A Winter Night” by Simone Righi

Submitted to Contest #112

I remember everything that happened. It was one of the last days of January, about nine months ago. It was one of those days when the snow has conquered the landscape and the trees are preparing to awake after many months. You could feel nature preparing to wake up from hibernation. I remember everything. The partially iced lake, the snow, the forest scent. The campfire, her beautiful braid and the sunset. The only living being we were able to see that day was a beautiful deer who, for a brief moment, glanced at us among the pines and the de...

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“The Chase” by Jesse Saville-Byrne

Submitted to Contest #112

It was late fall, the trees bare bar the most stubborn of leaves which were now being battered by the forceful autumnal wind, the rain falling loudly on the roof of my car, the wipers working overdrive as I tried to see the winding road that lay ahead. It was the end of term and I like so many others making my way home for Christmas, though my journey was long and rarely done it was still a journey that I could recall turn by turn in the road. This year was different though, this time I had a secret to tell them, a secret similar to th...

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“Stand Still” by Shant Siyahian

Submitted to Contest #112

The precise moment before rainfall, the sky gets quiet, time comes to a standstill, and life pauses. The gophers coop up in their underground holes, closing their entryways with excess gravel. The murder of crows find refuge in the thickets of the grandmother tree. The mice huddle next to each other in their hole in the wall. The rainmaker closes his eyes, arms out, palms upward. A moment of total silence. The first raindrop lands on his left palm. Herbert was driving home on a Friday evening after work. He had just passed through the thicke...

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“Wiper Blades” by Chuck Canady

Submitted to Contest #112

I pulled up to the traffic light just as it changed to yellow. I prudently stopped – I wasn’t about to run a yellow light in the rain – and the car behind me slammed on the brakes and set down on the horn. Evidently, that person had planned to run the light. Now he would have to wait on the world’s slowest traffic light to cycle. But he would live. My mid-size Japanese sedan was not fancy – four doors, boring beige, four cylinder engine – but it was a safe choice. It ferried me to and from my predictable job witho...

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“Lightning, Mystery & Murder” by Lisa VanGalen

Submitted to Contest #112

Abby Sinclair stood motionless, absorbing the energy of the old building. The creak of a floorboard overhead increased her anxiety. No one was supposed to be here except for her. She had strict rules for investigations like this. Extra bodies could make noise, like footsteps, or open doors or windows to change to airflow. Or make creaks in the expectant silence. Her employers demanded the very best, the most professional job. Abby sighed. Tonight's investigation would have to be scrubbed until the intruder was found. Once home to a private...

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“Water on Water” by Lynn Matchett

Submitted to Contest #112

I’ve done it again. This morning I woke up with the urge to be spontaneous. A quality I rarely exhibit yet find quite enjoyable when I choose to follow this urge. Being spontaneous involves a spark of adventure of which I normally don’t have. But it is a beautiful spring morning with blue skies and glistening dew on the green grass. What shall I do? In the spirit of being spontaneous I decide quickly on my favorite fishing hole. The two hour drive has always been worth it as I always leave with a cooler of fish. I have a small ...

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“Rain of Magical Happiness ” by Iain Archibald

Submitted to Contest #112

In towns and cities the people look at the rain with anger, anger to their Business Suits becoming drenched, hair looking like a drowned rat, or waiting at a bus stop because they forgot their umbrella. But this story isn't about people being angry at the rain because its a nuisance to their everyday lives, this is about the difference to a race of people that the rain barely exists, where the ground is dry, the plants rotting away what life they had left. Rain has not landed in two months its like the World has just paused Time and the only...

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“The Last Monsoon” by Elizabeth Chen

Submitted to Contest #112

He felt the first drops of the monsoon fall upon his field as though they fell atop his own tired body. After so many years, it’s only natural that one becomes so tied to their home that it is difficult to separate the material body from that of the mental, spiritual, and emotional. So when the Farmer’s old eyes fluttered open as the first drops quenched the thirsty soil that had become well acquainted with him, he was not at all confused by what caused his sudden awakening. Indeed, he had been expecting it for several days; even the fresh c...

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“I Was Never Supposed to Get Behind a Wheel” by Keira Jacobs

Submitted to Contest #112

I was never supposed to get behind a wheel. No one ever had to explain to me why. It’s just a general knowledge that comes with being deaf. I wouldn’t be able to hear cars approaching, or honking, or screeching to a halt. I consider myself lucky to not know what a screech sounds like. As my mother had explained it before, a screech is the feeling of a tough bristled brush rubbing against your cheek. Unpleasant, uncomfortable, and sickening. So, there we have it. I was never s...

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Ended on 23:59 - Sep 24, 2021 EST

Won by Cathryn V 🏆

Title: Take that Drink

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