Hidden Rain Novels & Stories

He slowly put me down then grab a towel in locker. “Thanks,” I murmured. He look down on me and just nod. I wiped the droplets of rain on my arms. From here, I could here the loud pouring of rain. The rain fell down constantly like an endless bucket of water being poured down from the heavens. It’s a relief that we finished our shooting before it rained. “Can I give you a ride?” Rain falls like it means to wash us away, like it means to keep hammering until we smudge like a Monet masterpiece. I watched how the droplets of rain run down on the window shield, racing from one another.

Maybe it's going to rain. The rain fell, each drop sliding and heavy like Asher's heart. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, so he can only hide under the eaves of a house on the street. The boy secretly thinks about the rice seeds that will sprout when bathing in the rain, imagining the happy faces of his family and neighbors. Because of the drought these past few days, the appearance of such rain is enough to cool everyone's hearts. Asher smiles bitterly, shrinking from the cold weather.

The heavy door slammed shut, the click of the lock sounding like a final judgment. Then, the sky broke. Rain began to fall, heavy and sudden, soaking into my clothes and drenching my bags within seconds. I stood there, shivering as the water blurred my vision, fighting with everything in me not to let a single tear fall. It was deep into the night, the estate quiet except for the rhythmic drumming of the downpour.

I do not understand it but I feel it in every nerve. Is that rain? The question floats through the haze. Rain can't be falling in this hot closed cell. I need to go out. It will cool my heat. I love rain. Kira loves rain too. The thought of cool drops on my skin makes me want to sob. But I cannot move. The cell is locked from the outside. How come I can perceive rain?I can't hear anything on the roof. It is not real. It cannot be. Yet the scent wraps around my nostrils anyway.

(Almira's POV) It’s raining again. Not the kind of storm that rips trees apart or makes the sky look like it’s bleeding—just a soft, persistent drizzle. It slicks the earth, darkens the windowpanes, and blankets the world in a hush. Everything feels quieter in the rain.

🩷 🍒 . The night was restless, the rain falling in heavy, steady sheets that drummed against the glass walls of the penthouse. Aradhya stood silently in the balcony, her fingers curling over the steel railing as she stared at the rain cascading from the dark sky. The city below was a blur of shimmering lights and moving shadows, but her eyes were fixed on the droplets gliding down the glass.

The scent of wet earth filled the air as the rain intensified. There was nowhere to hide. I shifted into my human form and let the rain completely soak my bare body while watching the waterfall swell, its raging waters growing fiercer by the second. Do you think the rain will ruin Annie’s night? Lisa asked me, concerned.

Hazel trudged along the wet pavement, her school bag heavy on her shoulders as the rain poured down relentlessly. The sky was a dark shade of gray, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground filled the air. Hazel's hair was plastered to her face, and her clothes clung to her skin, soaked through by the downpour. As she walked, Hazel couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. She had forgotten to bring an umbrella that morning, thinking that the weather forecast had predicted a sunny day. But now, she was regretting her oversight as she battled against the elements on her way home from school.