Hidden Rain Novels & Stories

Dark clouds rolled in, casting an ominous shadow over the woods, and rain began to fall. The raindrops danced on the lake's surface, forming ripples that merged and spread outwards, as if to mirror the turmoil within Delaney's heart. She didn't seem affected by the sudden change in weather, for she knew that the rain was an extension of her own emotions. The heavens were weeping with her, and she embraced the downpour, letting it mingle with her tears.

CHAPTER 14. THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR The rain draped down my skin in a steady, downpour. I was wet like a puppy and my hair was sleek and glued to my face. It was heavy rain and a weird change in the weather. No one had mentioned the possibility of rain today. The day had also been so bright and had no trace of a storm. All of a sudden, the cloud had turned gloomy and the rain came down.

Everything was an illusion. "Rain Water is the second solar term of the 24 solar terms. The celestial longitude of the sun is 330 degrees. Its three characteristics are river otters displaying fish, swan geese coming, and plants budding. The splashing of rain brings the vitality of spring..." said Ding Hao to himself with closed eyes.

Callista asked and Haru immediately answered while her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the rain falling on her face. "Because of this rain, I experienced happy and sad circumstances. The rain witnessed all that I went through. And do you know that it is better to cry while it is raining because no one can see you crying because the rain accompanies you when you cry. You are free to cry without anyone noticing." Haru said and help Callista to enter the house because Callista were sick more when it got soaked in the rain. Callista was quiet as Haru helped her to enter to the house.

Far away, thunder rumbled faintly across the sky, signaling a coming storm. And as the first cold raindrop fell onto her hand, Sheila finally allowed herself to cry without holding back, her quiet sobs blending into the growing rain around her — washing away the fragile happiness she had only just begun to believe in.

Relief floods me, and I reach for her hand, entwining her fingers with mine. Gently, I brush the tears from her cheek with the back of my fingers. "Rhy..." she whispers, trembling. "Don't... don't close your eyes. Please." "I'm fine," I rasp, forcing a shaky breath through my nose despite the pain in my lungs. My fingers squeeze hers lightly. "Don't cry. Don't... you shouldn't cry." I lift my head just enough to see the sky. It is gray and heavy, dark clouds hiding the sun away. Slowly, it begins to rain. The rainwater is cold and soothing.

she refuses, as she hastily exits the lobby, her mind reeling from Caleb's cryptic message and why exactly he decided to show up at the resort. As she steps outside, the sky darkens, the air thickens with anticipation and suddenly, heavy raindrops begin to fall, drumming against the pavement. The downpour intensifies in no time, transforming the serene resort surroundings into a chaotic, rain-soaked scene. Melanie's hair whips wildly, as she dashes towards the guest house. "Melanie, wait!" Ryan calls out, rushing to catch up to her but she doesn't stop, eager to escape the turmoil brewing inside and outside. As she reaches the guest house, the security swiftly opens the door, ushering her in

With her hands tucked into her pockets, she continues walking along the pavement, lost in her thoughts about Blaze's absence from classes and his ability to achieve a high score despite his irregular attendance. Just as she reaches a nearby street, the rain begins to pour, catching her off guard. The droplets drench her from head to toe, leaving her soaked. Reacting swiftly, Rose seeks shelter under the shade of a tree, seeking respite from the downpour. She takes off her jacket, revealing the tank top she's wearing underneath, and ties the jacket around her waist to prevent it from getting wet. Finding a momentary reprieve from the rain, Rose pauses to catch her breath and assess her surrou

Nathalie's POV (Continuation) Rain. Four words that means so much in the world where illegal things are turned to legal. Rain, as far as I know is a reaper and a member of a mafia, I heard that she's good at pretending like someone, she's clever as a fox.

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.