Hidden Rain Novels & Stories

She couldn't shake the feeling that he might still be lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to let her guard down. As the drizzle turned into a steady rain, soaking Ora's clothes and sending shivers down her spine, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. With each droplet that landed on her face and slid down her body, she felt the sting of her pain intensify. Closing her eyes against the downpour, Ora let the rain wash over her, hoping in some small way it might cleanse the turmoil raging inside her. But instead of finding solace in the cold water, she only felt the ache in her heart grow stronger.

Dammit Lana stop caring about what he does. After scrubbing and washing my body I rinse off and step out of the shower, feeling somewhat better. I dry myself, moisturise then slip into a comfortable t-shirt, hoodie and a pair of leggings. I hear the raindrops hitting against my window and the soothing sound of rain falling invades my ears. There's nothing more therapeutic than a rainy day. It's even better when you're serenaded to sleep by the sound of it.

Soaked. We are all soaked as we follow Zayn deeper into the forest; he’s leading us to where he saw the orb in his vision. The rain is pouring heavily and there are now flashes of lightning in the sky. The winds are cold and unforgiving and the ground is all mushy and wet. We have now passed the oak tree that I used to hide under. No one seems to be talking, we all just walk in silence until Zayn suddenly stops. “Here!” He says.

Walking through the wet grass which was coated in droplets of dew. A shawl covered her frame and a smile adored her lips. Her hazel orbs were fixed at the envelope of dark clouds hovering over her. Mild winds cutting through the air. When suddenly heavy water droplets start falling. And she looks around to find everyone rushing towards a shade. Except for her. Tilting up her head. Feeling the rain drops kissing her skin. She smiles instead. Extending her hands she opens them to feel the winds. The slight scent of mud mixed with rainwater not less than those expensive perfumes.

Aurora Rain has always had a special place in my heart, the splattering noise of drops hitting the pavement, the sweet smell of wet mud and the soft rainy breeze makes my heart flutter with excitement and awe. But today, everything feels different, like for instance, the usual rainy clouds look gloomier than ever and there is a slight sadness in the air. I don’t know if it’s just me or if the universe is playing some sick game, but my spirits are down and I feel awful.

"Thank you for your cooperation,Diamond Company." *GLASS SHATTERED* While Rain was holding the glass of wine he was drinking his hand slipped out to it and the glass met the floor which shattered in pieces and he suddenly felt a shiver down to his spine which the others rush to help him and clean out the glass' pieces. "Are you alright,Mr.Rain?"Sam asked as Rain just froze in his spot as he then mumbled out. "Something's not right.."

Too pale, too thin. While I fiddle with the blanket like a girl with her dolly, the truck drifts outta its lane into the path of an eighteen wheeler. The driver honks and I bite back a roar. Don’t wanna wake my sleeping beauty. Instead, I glare at the driver with mad bear eyes. Fates, the kit isn’t even awake and the bear is fighting to protect her. Keep it up and she’s gonna think I’m her knight in shining armor. That’ll be a mistake.

Outside, the relentless rain continues to pour, its rhythmic drumming against the cave's entrance blending with the crackling of the flames. Despite Ashton's injuries—his face pale and trembling—I'm grateful we managed to find refuge here, escaping the weather's fury. My damp dress clings uncomfortably to my skin, fabric soaked through from the rain, and I desperately try to wick away the moisture with my hands, hoping to dry it a bit more.

He had seemed kind and genuinely interested in helping. Just as Olivia's thoughts were spiraling into despair, the heavy sound of thunderstorm disrupted her reverie. The sky grew dark, and the air was electric with anticipation. And then, almost immediately, the rain started dropping, drumming a soothing melody on the pavement. Olivia felt a pang of gratitude for having carried her umbrella that morning. She opened it, and the soft whoosh of the fabric provided a comforting canopy against the rain.

The rain was still pouring down heavily. “Where is she?” I screamed. I trudged through the dense forest, my boots sinking into the mud with each step. The rain was coming down in sheets, drenching me from head to toe. I pulled my hood tighter around my face, but it did little to shield me from the relentless downpour. The trees swayed and creaked in the wind, their leaves rustling like whispers in the storm. I pressed on, determined to find Isla, my eyes scanning the undergrowth for any sign of her.