Hujan Novels & Stories

The neon sign of the Obsidian Rose flickered in the puddles, a distorted mockery of the life Zara thought she was building. Standing just outside the golden glow of the entrance, Zara felt the first heavy drops of a monsoon storm hit her shoulders. She didn’t move. The tears streaming down her face were indistinguishable from the rain, but they felt twice as cold.

Jayden The windshield wipers can’t keep up with the torrential downpour, even on full blast. They scrape back and forth in a frantic, uneven rhythm, smearing the lights of passing cars into distorted streaks of white and red. Rain pounds the windshield like it’s trying to break through, drowning out everything except the pounding of my own heart. Common sense tells me to pull over, to wait it out until the storm eases, but common sense has never stood a chance where Tasha is concerned.

Aurora knelt on the wet stone floor of the maze, her body trembling as the rain battered her relentlessly. There was no shelter in this endless labyrinth of towering hedges and twisting pathways. Her clothes clung to her skin, soaked through, and her hair was plastered to her face. Every breath felt colder, harder to draw in, as the storm intensified around her. She had tried to run, to find a way out, but the deeper she ventured into the maze, the more disoriented she became. Now, completely spent, she collapsed to her knees, shivering as the cold seeped into her bones.

The rain, which had been more relentless, now seemed to be falling around her, leaving her dry and protected. A kind stranger, noticing her plight and the hearing aid on her right ear, had extended his umbrella to shield her from the relentless downpour. He squatted down beside her, his concern evident in his voice as he asked, “You do not look good. Are you alright, miss?” His words were a gentle inquiry amidst the chaos of the storm. His presence was a comforting one, a beacon of hope in the midst of her despair.

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.

The streets, once dry and quiet, transform into shimmering mirrors as rainwater collects, reflecting the glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of lightning. Sitting inside his car, Jay continues to watch the rain as he also hears the sound of the thunder that just begun. The rain intensifies, transforming into a deluge that drowns out all other sounds. Each droplet becomes a force of nature, colliding with the ground and rooftops with a resounding impact. The rhythmic symphony of rainfall fills the air, drowning out the usual nighttime noises and wrapping the world in a cloak of serenity.

Hurry up, I don't want you wasting too much water, caution Luna with kara going to the bathroom " ********** The rain fell with an almost punishing force, its relentless onslaught dousing everything in its path. Ryder sat alone on his varanda, his clothes clinging to his shivering body, while his eyes remained fixated on the night sky. Through the torrential downpour, he strained to catch a glimpse of the distant stars, seeking solace in their steady glow. But tonight, even their celestial beauty failed to soothe his troubled mind.

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.

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

"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside, Rain?" Ah, f*ck.