“The Girl Who Collected Rain Drops – A Mysterious Rainy Night Short Story”
A magical rainy night story about love, mystery, and destiny as a girl collects raindrops while a boy secretly observes her.
By that time, the heavy rain had already stopped. No one went out because although the rain had stopped, the roads were slippery and the area around was dark. But I was late and had a long journey ahead. I was in a hurry
When I saw, on the darkest road, a remarkably pretty girl walking slowly, I was shocked.
The Girl I dreamed Several Years
“That’s her,” my heart said. I knew her. When I first encountered her in my dream, I searched for her in every nook and corner. The girl who always said in my dreams that she loved me the most—I had already seen her. I dreamed of her getting wet in the rain and collecting raindrops.
“Alex, wait for me.” After she got wet, she looked at me sadly and said it, hiding something in her palm. I had dreamed about her many times like this. When I first saw her in the rain, I thought it might be her hobby. But when I saw her several times collecting drops with her lifeless face, I became curious.
Whenever she called me with sorrow in my dreams, I kept thinking: Why is she collecting these drops? I wanted to stop this dream. It was horrifying. But it never stopped. Although I was never familiar with the dream, deep in my heart I was still curious. So I always wished there would be a day I could see her. And it came.
I saw the way she walked—neither in a hurry nor slow. She didn’t look around. On the silent street, she walked and walked, almost like she was floating. Suddenly she stopped. It was like she remembered she was walking. When she stopped, I did the same.
She waited for a minute or two. Then she lifted her right hand and looked at it. I saw something sparkle on her hand for a second, and she lowered it.
“What is that?” I asked myself. I had never seen anything so sparkly
After a while, she turned to her right. I clearly saw that she saw me. But after a moment, she ignored my gaze. Then she turned left, as if no one like me existed, and walked away
I couldn’t stop my legs. I followed her, even though I was already very late. With her, I felt like there would never be such a thing as “late.
After a few steps, she stopped in front of a poor house. I stood under a tree. There was silence, and soon a knocking sound echoed.
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The House at the End of the Road
few seconds later, an old woman opened the door and asked her something carefully. I saw the girl reply, but I couldn’t hear her voice. They talked for a few minutes.
“Henry has no friend!” the woman shouted and shut the door. The girl didn’t hesitate. She didn’t even look around. She calmly knocked again.
“What the hell are you doing?” the woman shouted from inside.
“Can you give me three minutes? That’s enough. It’s all for him,” the girl said calmly.
“He is not well, please!” the woman shouted again.
“No need to worry. I will only take a few minutes,” the girl replied.
The woman opened the door, and the girl went in. Again, the whole world became silent
“She is so pretty,” I said to myself.
“She surely is.”
I heard someone say it. I looked around. A man in his twenties, wearing a black suit, stood beside me. He was incredibly handsome. Is he her boyfriend?.
Within a minute, my whole world collapsed. I felt terrible.
“Are you her boyfriend?” I asked.
He looked at me but said nothing. After a few seconds, he looked back at the house.
“Is she your girlfriend?” I asked again.
“No. She is the bride of my boss,” he replied as she walked out of the house.
I froze. After dreaming of her, she had become my hope, my love—my life. Hearing that she was someone else’s bride made me want to walk away. But my disobedient legs refused
The Man on his Knees In Front of My Girl
“Your Highness,” the man said, kneeling when she approached.
I was shocked. What is happening here?
“Here.” She handed him a golden pearl and walked away.
“Your Highness, I was told—” the man couldn’t finish.
“Go and tell that old haggard I will never marry him,” she said, her eyes blazing. My heart went wild. She didn’t like her groom. Then… you are mine.
“Oh man, what am I going to do? That crazy man will punish me,” the man muttered angrily. I laughed.
“If she doesn’t like you, you should leave her,” I said.
He stared at me. “Are you talking to me? You can see me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You are human?”
“Yes. What’s the difference?”
Suddenly, he vanished into thin air. More than shocked, I was afraid. I ran toward her.
“Who is he? He vanished!” I asked. She looked at me calmly, as if she had always known me.
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Forget him Alex. Also forget me.
“You saw him?” she asked, surprised.
I held her hand. “Yes.”
“Forget him, Alex. And forget me.”
“You know me.”
“I saw you many times. But I am not your kind.” She rejected me even before I proposed to her. I tried to talk with her, but she didn’t respond. Time went on. I followed her. Every time I saw her wet in heavy rain and collecting raindrops, I got angry with her.
“Why can’t you protect yourself? Even for a little bit?” I shouted, but she didn’t care. She still walked in the heavy rain and collected raindrops.
I knew that she knew I was around her. But she behaved like she didn’t. Although I was very near to her, she never looked at me. I was sure that she wanted to avoid me. And she successfully did. My heart ached. I was crazy. I was furious.
“You already know my name. At least tell me your name so that I can remember you forever.”
“Forget me, Alex. The penalty of remembering me is so heavy.”
Why? What is the reason? Why did she fly away from me? Why did she never give me an opportunity to get an answer? I knew that with my countless following, she became furious. But I never thought that after the day she said those words, she would vanish.
When I realized it, she wasn’t on the screen anymore. She had gone after filling an unsatisfied feeling with never-ending sorrow in my heart.
The Golden Raindrop Named Alex
Year by year, time flowed. In those years I never met her. Although she was full of my thoughts, I decided to marry another woman. I wanted to forget her. I was getting older and older with her memory. But she left me behind and never came to meet me again. Still, I waited until one day she herself came to me.
“Hi Alex. After a long time,” she said.
She was just like 50 years ago. Still a super beauty and just like a 15-year-old girl. I was shocked. Although I wanted to talk to her, I couldn’t. I was already on my deathbed.
“I came for you. Once you asked my name. Now I am going to tell you. I am Ella.”
A drop of tear came into my eyes. But she smiled warmly.
“Your Highness, it’s too late. His time is ending. Give it to him,” said the man who I once met on that rainy day, now standing near my bed. He was also never old. He was still in his twenties.
Who are they? I thought.
Ella held her hand in front of me. I saw something on her hand sparkling. That was a raindrop. A golden raindrop.
When I realized it, the drop shone and shone. And I saw my name embedded on the raindrop.
Alex Nathan.
“I can’t, Jason.”
Suddenly she grabbed my hand and stayed calm. I saw the man was furious. What the hell is going on?
“Your Highness, you can’t,” he said, afraid. But she smiled.
“He will be dead. After his death he won’t remember me anymore. I can’t watch him die,” she said with a crazy voice.
At that moment I realized she loved me. Then why was she gone?
The man was more afraid, like he had seen the god of death.
“He lived his life,” the man begged
“But he never lived with me,” her voice was still calm.
“Your Highness, if you are late, you know the consequences. He will grab his soul and cage it in the Valley of Endless Sorrow. Then what will be the sacrifice you have made all these years?” Jason asked.
She again held her hand unwillingly and put the golden raindrop on my hand.
“Your Highness, within 10 seconds time is up. If you do not use the raindrop, your soul will be caged forever.”
“Although I gave this drop, he will still catch his soul and blackmail me to be his wife. If there is no me anymore, he can’t blackmail.”
Ella brought the golden drop in front of my mouth, and suddenly she put it in her own mouth. I felt something bad had happened and I tried to scream
“Your Highness! What did you do? See, now you also won’t remember him!” Jason screamed loudly.
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The Bride of The God Yama
“I love you, Alex. Today is not your day. Although I won’t remember you anymore, find me. If Lord Sakra hears my reasons for freedom, I will be waiting for you across the Vetaraṇī River, in front of the Hell and Heaven gate. Come to me.”
Then, in front of our eyes, Ella floated in the wind. She looked more beautiful and shone brightly.
My tightening body relaxed when Ella vanished.
“Ella. Where are you? Please come. I love you too” I cried with a trembling voice. But she didn’t come. I wanted to ask where the Vetaraṇī River is. How can I find her in a place where I never went.
“Ella! Where are you? Please come! I love you too!” I cried with a trembling voice. But she didn’t come.
I wanted to ask where the Vetaraṇī River was. How could I find her in a place where I had never been?
“You grim creeper!” I angrily grabbed the man’s neck.
“Yes. It is my task to collect dead souls,” the man said. I was shocked. Is he really a grim creeper?
“Then who is Ella?” I asked.
“Ella was the bride of the God Yama. And when you were in heaven, she was your girlfriend,” he replied.
I felt like I was going mad
“My girlfriend? The bride of the God Yama is my girlfriend? Are you kidding me?” I shouted.
“You saw Ella, right? She left words for you.” He was ready to leave, but I caught his hand.
“Tell me what this crazy story is,” I requested.
Ella is the bride of the God Yama. Once while traveling she saw you and fell in love with you. Then the God Yama heard that his bride was taken by a servant god. He became angry. He killed you, and your soul was caged in the Valley of Endless Sorrow. It is the most dangerous place in heaven, where once a soul goes, it never returns.
When Ella heard about your death she cried in front of Load Sakra asking for justice for you. Then Load Sakra decided to release your soul to the human world.
Once you live a full life in the mortal world without knowing her, you can become a god again and the god of death will never interfere with you.
But Ella had to pay for it. The payment was that from then on she had to spend her life as a grim creeper who sends the death drop to people on their deathbeds.
But Ella made one request — that she also wanted to be near you. The request was granted, and Load Sakra told the God Yama to put the golden drop in the rain. After she finds it, she will bring it to the person whose name is embedded on the drop.
If she was unable to do so, Lord Sakra gave permission to the God Yama to cage your soul.
Ella agreed to it without knowing that the God Yama had a master plan.
God Yama made the golden raindrop from both of your precious memories. Once she gave it to someone, some memories vanished from deep in your hearts.
When she found out, she went to the God Yama. He said if you want your memories in your soul, keep away from him. So she went away from you.”
The Boy Who Collect Golden Rain Drops
“Then why did she eat my golden drop? If I die we can be together in heaven,” I panicked.
“Away from you, Ella soon realized he never kept his word, but used your happy memories to release pain from deathbeds. The drop embedded with your name is the last feeling of your heart for her. When you use it, you are going to forget her forever. She didn’t want that,” the grim creeper replied.
“How can I cross the Vetaraṇī River and find her? Tell me, please,” I begged him.
“She ate your drop. Naturally the power of a grim creeper will awaken in your body soon. Then go and find the golden raindrop that has Ella’s name embedded on it. When Load Sakra pays enough attention to you, there will be one.
Do you know her name?”
“Yes. Ella Colon,” I said as my skin began to shine like youth again.
The grim creeper turned to go.
“When will that day come?” He turned back to me.
“I am just a grim creeper like you. I don’t know. Maybe in a year or two. Maybe in a thousand years. Maybe one hundred thousand. Maybe even more,” he replied.
From that day on, I started collecting golden raindrops in heavy rains until I could see her name.
The End….
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Explanations Of The Word Used In Story
God Sakra
Sakra (or Sakka) is the ruler of the both Tawanthinsa & Chathurmaharajika Heavens in Buddhist cosmology, often identified as the king of gods and a protector of Dharma. Meaning “powerful,” he is a key figure in both Buddhist and Hindu traditions (related to Indra) and is frequently depicted in art with a thunderbolt (vajra) while riding a white elephant, Airavana. As mentioned in the book, the Sak God appeared in the human world in various incarnations, that means, different nations in different countries call the same Sak God by different names. The names of the Sak God are Indu, Anu, Thor, Amun, Zeus, Jupiter, Teshub, Yukko, Sakra, Perun, Henaraja, Vajrasanwa, Vajrapani, Tiniya, Taisakuten, Dishityan and Jade Empire.
God Yama
In Buddhist mythology, Yama is the King of Hell (Naraka), the judge of the dead, god of the death and a guardian of the Dharma. He presides over the underworld, determining the rebirths of souls based on their karma. Often depicted as a fierce, wrathful deity with a red face and sharp teeth, he symbolizes death and impermanence
Vetaraṇī River
The Vetaraṇī generally referred to as the River that flows through the Naraka Hell realms of Buddhist cosmology and literature. The Vetaraṇī is an important component of the Buddhist Hell system in Mahayana traditions as well as Theravāda texts such as Nimi Jātaka and Devadatta Sutta. The Sanzu River is a similar concept in Japanese Buddhism.