Hujan Novels & Stories

The sky above was full of tumultuous, dark and ragged clouds. Ominous black clouds covered the sky, and released a sudden shower. Thunder rolling in from the west. The morning was cold and wet, with a brisk wind sweeping the rain across the land. On a normal day, the howling wind frightened Raven, but she was too focused, trying to hold back the avalanche of tears that had been building up since the moment she had been angered, her heart was heavy. The weather explained her mood—anger, disappointment and despair. Angry because she was so close to finding out the truth from the old man, disappointed that she didn’t know what to do next, and lastly, all hope was lost. It’s been two days since

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.

he exclaimed, urgency in his voice. They hurried to a nearby grove of trees, where the thick branches offered some protection from the rain. As they huddled together, the storm intensified, heavy raindrops crashing down around them. The sound was deafening, drowning out their voices. “I didn’t think it would rain today!” Jace shouted over the noise, trying to keep his spirits up. “We should have checked the weather!” Elara laughed nervously, shaking her head. “Yeah, next time we’ll be more prepared!”

I already told him to leave, why is he being stubborn? My cotton flew to my face and my window slammed close, the wind was blowing so hard, lightning began to strike, thunder was making rumbling sounds in the sky, and the heavy sound of rainfall began to hit the ceiling. Why is it raining on this day of all time? I look out through the window and Jade was still standing under the rain and drenched, my heart twisted in pain, why is he making everything so hard for me, I could no longer sit back and watch him stay under the rain, I stood up from my bed immediately and took an umbrella and ran out as I made my way downstairs, the thought of Jade getting sick increased my fear, whenever Jade is

We were already almost two months into school and she was failing three of her classes. Dad threw open the door to the shed, letting the fresh air in and I took a deep silent breath. He sprayed himself with some deodorizer and headed back towards the house. The sun was going down and the sky was colored in orange and purples. There were sporadic clouds in the sky but nothing that would indicate that a storm was coming.

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.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

She could freely express her grief and anguish, knowing that the raindrops would carry them away, blending them with the currents that flowed through the streets. Her sobs mixed with the rhythmic pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the ground as it intensified, casting a veil of grey upon the world. The streets grew slick and the air became heavy with moisture. But she pressed on, driven by a deep determination to reach the solace of her home until it gradually subsided before finally stopping.

So relaxing, peaceful, and soothing. The heavy pitter-patter of the untimely downpour hit the car blinding everything outside within a blurry second. Hooriya's eyes were wide and her mouth was agape. A pure look of joy was swarming her eyes as she flung the door opened and stepped outside in the rain.

The ride back to the estate was silent, save for the soft sound of the rain showering against the tinted windows. Olivia sat rigidly in the leather seat of Victor’s car, her wrists still tingling from where the ropes had cut into her skin. Victor sat beside her, his broad frame tense, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee as if trying to cover the storm within him.