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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

“The Poet” by Roopa De Choudhury

Submitted to Contest #112

I could see the storm upon us. I had planned this day for so long, I did not want anything to derail us. We needed this. To be honest I needed this. I had been laid off a year now, and there were days I started to feel like I was disappearing. Have you ever felt that, one little limb at a time, heavy, gravity pulling you down. Inertia, vertigo, depression, many people had much to say. You didn't. Your life carried on much the same, the work, the glory, the parties until one day when you came home and saw me curled up as a foetus in the dog's...

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“The Sky Cries Too” by Carter Riley

Submitted to Contest #112

Grey skies were the only welcome Sage was met with as they drove back to the dingy little town they’d grown up in. Dark clouds loomed menacingly, blocking out any warmth the sun could’ve offered, replacing it with a gloomy, bitter chill in the air. A stiff breeze carried the scent of the first rain of the year across the dismal town. The hair on Sage’s arms prickled and stood, and they felt an unfortunate tension creep into their shoulders as they carefully drove the familiar streets, watching how everyone they passed walked with their heads...

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“A Legacy” by R.S. Louvierre

Submitted to Contest #112

There was an eerie smell when we walked through the front door of my grandpa’s house. He had died a week earlier in the living room from a heart attack, and the lingering smell of death had never vacated. He had left his San Francisco home to my parents, who were eager to rummage through his belongings, throw away what they didn’t want and move us in. I did not know much about my grandpa. He had sent me birthday cards over the years, but my parents had never taken me to visit him. My dad said it was because he was a mean old man, but I h...

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“Loren Stanton brought back rain. ” by Bronwen Lewis

Submitted to Contest #112

It was a beautiful late afternoon in Kersey, England. Loren Stanton and her family were indulging in a picnic in the middle of a field they owned. The field was full of cattle. The grass was fresh and the flowers were gorgeous, they leaked a sweet pungent smell that filled everyone's nostrils. Evergreen grass blades were bowing to the wind that blew East. Every Sunday, the Stantons would have a picnic as it was the only quiet day but also because Mr Stanton, Loren’s father, was home the whole day so it was a full family. Mrs Stanton, Loren’s...

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“The Bearer of Rainbow and Rain” by Salahuddin Ayyubi

Submitted to Contest #112

CW: suicidal thoughtsFrank Dove was staring at the sky for the last ten minutes. He was sitting on a slab made of steel on the top floor of the 26-story building. Few drops emerged from his eyes and rolled over his cheek. He then looked at his palms, maybe, trying to find the unfaithful fate line due to which he was in that situation, so alone on the floor of a high raised building if he jumped from there then the demise of him was sure. His life was miserable unto this point, and he was sure that his life would be more miserable ahead. He h...

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“The Last Rain Rider Adventure” by Morgan Douglas

Submitted to Contest #112

The Carod family were amongst several families that belonged to the biker club Rain Riders. Her family had been a part of this tradition for three generations while other families had been participating for even longer. They would wait for a rainy evening to take a ride together as an event. Rain was pretty sparse in Fanson so it was a treasured occasion. The year that Frankie Carod was finally old enough to take to the road with her new motorcycle there were only five instances of rain making each outing all the more noteworthy. On N...

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“Ouroboros Part One - The Molting” by Nova Smith

Submitted to Contest #112

Ophi wasn’t sure what to do with this new information. It had certainly changed his view on things. Some of the things. It gnawed on the back of Ophi’s head just enough to irritate him. Once again, he felt the pressure to warn everyone. Ophi limped out of his den. The spines sheathed under his skin still felt awkward. Ophi scanned the bushes. As much as the bushes made a tight circle around his den, their branches did a poor job filling themselves in, and the gray sand so visible beyond them made everything look ghostly, and to top it all of...

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“The Ritual of the Shiwanna for the Sacred Rain” by Elizabeth Fenley

Submitted to Contest #112

The Ritual of the Shiwanna for the Sacred Rain by Elizabeth Fenley Blue feathers fall from the sky, as they always do, warning of the first rain of the season. Each cycle of rain is longer than the one before. Some say the Shiwanna are angry. The preparations are immediate, oft-practiced, and still bear the undertone of panic. The mothers are particularly frantic. The elders have decided there are to be four sacrifices this cycle in hopes of appeasing the Cloud People. Those four will be selected before the feathers cease to float to ...

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“A Rose In The Rain.” by Hessa Danvers

Submitted to Contest #112

I used to love rain. It was hard to hate something so beautiful. I used to believe it was impossible to hate something beautiful. That is laughable now. Beautiful things are the ones that hurt the most. The ones that cut deeper than anything. Like a Rose in a garden. So beautiful, so inviting. Yet when you get close enough to the blooming bud, nothing good happens. Your hand brushes a thorn, and you are in pain, bleeding. Yet the beautiful rose stares back at you. Perhaps that is where it gets its color, its beauty, from th...

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“Deliveries and Driving Rain...” by Erin M

Submitted to Contest #112

“Sorry about the rain. It’s an important delivery. I would say wait for another day, but...” said my boss over the phone.“No problem, I actually love the rain,” I assured.Silence. Aside from a few people who also watch rain channels on YouTube, I was usually met with this kind of pause when I professed my true feelings for the act of water falling from the sky in some form, strength, or capacity.With a cup of coffee in the car console and a lengthy music playlist, I started the long journey to Lleida from the outskirts of Barcelona with a sm...

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“The Cruel Game” by Kenzie Strong

Submitted to Contest #112

¨ ¨It's true love, don't throw it away", I pleaded to my close friend of five years. His name is Mason, he is considered very handsome and a well loved boy at my high school. The girls drooled as he walked by, guys wanted to fight him to show how they were better in every single way they could. He was tall with slightly tanned skin. He has dark freckles that decorate his body in a flavorful way and he has green eyes to highlight his deep, thick eyelashes. He also had big, dark brown curls that framed his face perfectly. He was almost like th...

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“No one wants to die on a Sunday” by Ian Barrett

Submitted to Contest #112

CW: violenceIt was sometime after 11pm and I was lying on the cool pavement spitting out gobs of blood as feet were stomping and kicking different regions of my body. You might be wondering why I’m getting the holy hell kicked out of me. To better understand why I’ll have to take you back a few days where things really started to go bad. It all started on a Friday night, not so different from any other until she walked into the bar. You could smell her perfume as she sat down, all dolled up for a night on the town. But sh...

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“The Lightning” by Elizabeth Fenley

Submitted to Contest #112

“The Lightning” by Elizabeth Fenley I drove safely; the lightning had shitty aim. I have to get to my dogs; they might be out in this thunderstorm. My house is going to smell like wet dog. Six wet dogs. Good thing I sent an hour mopping the floor. Gotta remember to dry them off before they jump on the bed. Sarah and Barry tried to convince me to stay at work, wait until the storm passed. Charlie said I had to stay there and eat dinner with them, and then he volunteered his older brother's bed for...

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“The Magic Window” by Cindy Calder

Submitted to Contest #112

Sophie loved exploring., and today she was making her way through the thick forest to find places yet unknown and undiscovered by her thus far. Her best friend, Abby, had decided to ditch her in favor of going shopping with her Mom, but Sophie much preferred trekking through the woods any day to picking out a new outfit. As Sophie topped a hill, she spied a small house that she’d never spotted during previous times in the woods; it was situated just inside a small copse of trees. Perhaps the massive oaks and pines with the hanging moss had d...

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“"It's been a long, long time"” by L.J Sunwing

Submitted to Contest #112

“Are you coming tonight?” Thomas pulled his heavy grey coat on and looked at his wife as he neared the door to their house. Alison, his wife, moved towards him. The dark circles were accentuated under her eyes by her long black hair. Her body lacked the muscle it had once had from college sports. Though not unhealthy, she seemed smaller and more fragile. This stood out in her state of sleeplessness from working a late shift at the hospital. Her work often led to her being isolated at home, due to the natural introvert having picked the caree...

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Title: Take that Drink

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