Hidden Rain Novels & Stories

the man turned around and left. Richard Hill's eyes narrowed with coldness as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Outside, the rain began to fall heavily, accompanied by a loud thunderclap that shook the windows. The night seemed even more melancholic with the sound of raindrops tapping against the glass and the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room. Despite the somber atmosphere, Richard continued to work diligently, undeterred by the stormy weather.

The rain complicated things. Jeremy leaned on the open barn door, staring out at the pasture as the sky opened. He’d ridden in only moments earlier, barely escaping being drenched from head to toe. The gentle patter of the fat raindrops hitting the ground echoed inside the barn, and the scent of damp spring grass hung in the air. At least they’d managed to get most of the ranch work done. The rain would cause minor issues with visibility on the recon mission tonight, and the damp evening wasn’t favorable calving conditions, but he enjoyed the sound all the same.

Rain crashes through the forest hard enough to blur the world around us. Within minutes, everything is soaked. The trees. The ground. Us. Water streams down my face in cold, relentless sheets as thunder rumbles overhead again. Damon scans the forest quickly, eyes sharp and calculating despite the rain dripping from his dark hair. Strands fall across his face, obscuring his vision until he shoves them back impatiently. “We need to move,” he says. I look down at my ankle.

The sensation of the rain on her face was both soothing and cleansing, providing a momentary respite from her emotional turmoil. She remained knelt and seated on the ground, her body trembling with sobs. The dizziness that had plagued her earlier had not subsided, making it difficult to stand. As the rain continued to pour, she was surprised to discover that she was no longer getting wet. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred by tears, and saw that a large umbrella was being held over her. The rain, which had been more relentless, now seemed to be falling around her, leaving her dry and protected.

The streets, once dry and quiet, transform into shimmering mirrors as rainwater collects, reflecting the glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of lightning. Sitting inside his car, Jay continues to watch the rain as he also hears the sound of the thunder that just begun. The rain intensifies, transforming into a deluge that drowns out all other sounds. Each droplet becomes a force of nature, colliding with the ground and rooftops with a resounding impact. The rhythmic symphony of rainfall fills the air, drowning out the usual nighttime noises and wrapping the world in a cloak of serenity.

Isabella - Rain. Not the kind that’s cold, harsh, or makes you miserable. No, this was a nice, pleasant summer rain—one of those gentle showers that make everything glisten and smell like freshly cut grass and wet pavement. Perfect weather for... whatever adults do after work. For me, it was just another day trying to survive Logan Sinclair.

Sherly glanced up at the darkening clouds with a frown, realizing that they were in for a thorough soaking if they didn't seek shelter soon. "It looks like we're in for a bit of a downpour," she remarked, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. This kind of weather is what she hates the most. Rain. She despised rain more than anything else in her life. Whenever there's rain, there's pain. George nodded in agreement, unable to see Sherly's expression that she had made for a second. His expression resigned but was not discouraged. "Yeah, it's really coming down," he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Harmonia cast her eyes downward, welled-up tears shimmering, cascading down her cheeks to meld seamlessly with the chilly rain. Suddenly, the pouring rain seemed to come to a halt.

Chloe's POV I cautiously surveyed my surroundings, my eyes struggling to pierce through the impenetrable darkness accentuated by the torrential downpour. The heavy rain obscured visibility to near-zero levels, creating an ideal atmosphere for concealment. Above, the tumultuous sky roared with thunder and dazzling flashes of lightning, further intensifying the ominous ambiance. In the midst of this, a voice expressed frustration, breaking the tense silence. It was Vanessa, her face adorned with annoyance as she battled the raindrops splashing on her skin. Curious, I discreetly glanced at her, raising an eyebrow in response to her mood.

ZZRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSHHHHHHHH The sound of rain hitting the roof and windows of a house in Obsidian Port City filled the house. RUMBLE RUMBLE ZZRRRSHHHHH TAK TAK TAK TAK TAK “Ah-chee!” Harriet wiped her nose after a sneeze. The cold and damp air attacked her when suddenly it rained. She sat by the window on the side of the house. She was reading the latest report she had received from Jake Scolecite about the current state of the Imperial Continent.