Hidden Rain Novels & Stories

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

she was still being mean, but her words held the facts but she couldn’t stop herself from shivering as her teary eyes scan it, dropping it into the box, letting her fingernails crumble against its rim with tears rolling down from her eyes disappearing into her shirt. Gagan saw every damm thing from the rearview but concentrated on the road more as one wrong move and they’d plunge straight into the ravine. Below, the river surged wildly, ready to sweep your body away, never to be found again and this thundering rain had turned the roads slick, slippery, and shrouded in fog, blurring the view ahead just enough to make every step uncertain, so he needed to be careful. This untimely rain didn’t

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.

Kalix stands amidst the downpour, his body drenched by the rain, the cold droplets mingling with the tears that stream down his face. It feels as though even the heavens are weeping for Audrey, their sorrow manifesting in the tempest that surrounds him. As the rain continues to fall, a relentless deluge that soaks him to the bone, Kalix stands before Audrey's gravestone, lost in a bittersweet reverie of memories. The droplets of rain blur his vision, mingling with the tears that flow freely down his cheeks, a poignant reflection of the storm raging within his heart.

Like a storm in her heart, the sky began to cry out the tears of the heavens. Rain. Dripping on her face as it continues to drip all over her body. Soaking her clothing. Her hair was wet. She doesn’t have an umbrella on her, nor does she need one. She deserved to be out in the cold rain.