Hidden Rain Novels & Stories

The cave itself is pitch black; intensely and extremely dark that you could walk through with your eyes closed, because you would really see nothing in there. The ground beneath Cameron's feet feels wet. It is a strange sensation, and Cameron advises everyone to be careful, and himself tries to avoid stepping in puddles of muddy water as much as possible. He also does not notice how hard it is raining until it starts pouring. Nader tries to shield Paula, and Kenji and Sophie huddle together with drenched bodies. Camille uses her kimono to shield herself best she can, while Cameron covers Lillian with a huge leaf. Despite everything that they try, they are soaked within minutes, with the rain

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However, the crack of thunder in the sky has my lips curving. Gotcha. And soon enough, when the skies open, releasing a torrential of rainfall, none of us are in the least bit unhappy. The rain will hide our tracks and wash away our scent. The only problem is that it will also wash away Jesse’s scent. But one problem at a time. It’s hard to see where we’re going with the water getting into our eyes. We also have to keep looking over our shoulders to make sure we’re not being followed. The sound of the rainfall is deafening. It’s not easy to make out anything else.

The rain made her shirt stick to her skin, revealing a hint of sexiness. Lorraine made her way through the living room, leaving tiny water droplets on her path as she hurried to meet Clay. Her heart raced at the thought of seeing him again, her spirit vibrant with the renewed sense of determination that bustled within. When she entered the living room, she was stunned by the beautiful ambiance of the view. The moonlight softly filtered through the rain and into the room, casting a calm and grey hue in the room. It created a gentle moonlit atmosphere adding to the allure of the room.

" What is this secret you're talking about?" "Nothing," Rock muttered. Greg just blinked confusedly, but he knew there was nothing he could do to get the man to talk. ******** "Why does it have to start raining today" Eric hissed, trying to steady Katherine as they staggered out of the restaurant. "The rain represents the tears in my heart." Katherine slurred. "Now, what do we do? I don't have an umbrella." "Don't bother, I love the feeling of the cold rain on my body. That's exactly what I am craving right now." Katherine said, leaving Eric as she wobbled into the rain.

It could just have been jealousy making me wary of her. Rachel is taking us deeper into the forest and for some reason, the air starts becoming humid and the ground, wet. “Did it rain?” I mutter, making a face when my shoes squelch in the wet mud. “I don’t know,” Beth looks equally confused. “Look over there. It’s dry there. Why is it wet here?”

torrential rain. Everything in front of me gradually blurred, the rainwater poured down on me, seeping through my shirt to every skin and then creeping into every cell, bringing an endless cold that was very suitable for the feeling in me right now. Kneeling on the street, I cried out sobbing, hoping that when I cried, the warmth of tears would soothe the icy cold, but then it was just like a small candle in the vast dark sky. A tall figure, a handsome face that harmonizes every beautiful line is holding an umbrella and running towards me. Jack looked worriedly at me, drenched on the side of the road. Recognizing a face that I've seen before, rest assured that I closed my eyes. I couldn't tr

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.

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Thick grey shapes roll over the meadow until the blue disappears completely. The air grows colder. Thunder rumbles somewhere far away. Evening settles in quickly. A storm is coming. Figures in the meadow begin to blur at the edges as darkness spreads across the field. Just my kind of luck. Honestly, waking up now would be perfect. Rain suddenly crashes down from the sky. Cold water slams against my shoulders and head. Within seconds my clothes are soaked through. The rain keeps falling harder. That settles it. Definitely time to wake the hell up.