Fifty-word stories

Try writing a story in 50 words!
I just realised that every one of these involves falling rain...that says something about me, for I have always loved the sound of falling rain.

A beginning and an end

Outside, the rain was lashing down from a leaden sky, the palm trees buffeted by the wrath of the tropical storm. Ready for our journey, we enjoyed a last beer in the deserted hotel bar. Waiting for the taxi, we made small talk, though we had little enough in common.

An African evening

We decide to leave the club and go somewhere cheaper. We wait outside for cabs, hiding under the trees. It is pouring with warm rain. Joey climbs into a nearby Mini-moke and we all laugh. The rain drips off the trees and you can hear it hissing on the tarmac.

Lock out at the Lock Inn

We left the pub and hurried back over the lock, past the two submarines. It was raining, and a bitter wind whipped our clothes. Dock workers were blocking our path with freight containers. “No!” we shouted, with urgent, beery breath. We hurried through the puddles, but it was too late.

Manzaneres, or, The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

The old man is silent as I gaze out from the darkened compartment. The rain thunders down. The platform is wet, reflecting the lights of the buffet across the tracks. The night teems with rain, and I like rain. Deeply happy, I watch the station disappearing into the rain-swept darkness.