Hujan Novels & Stories

However, all of that did not give up his intentions in the slightest. This day the weather seems unfriendly, since the morning the sky looks cloudy. The sun was so reluctant to shine because it was covered by thick black clouds. Soon a cold wind slowly greeted along with the arrival of raindrops. Slowly the clear droplets began to fall to the ground. At first the droplets of water were only as thin as a needle, but over time they became heavier and heavier. The buildings, roads, and even the car Jack was driving were now soaked by the rain. The man with the wound on his face was still driving his car under the pouring rain. Arriving at the hospital Jack immediately parked his car in the base

DRIZZLE DRIZZLE The rain poured down heavily, wanting to wash away all the sins on earth. “Damn this stupid rain” Williams muttered angrily as he was looking for a shelter to shield him from the rain. Williams had no choice but to start running as the rain became heavier Plop Williams saw himself lying flat on the ground. Williams became more angry, his body was covered in mud and his cloths were drenched. “ Hey are you alright? “ a soft feminine voice asked

Chapter 137 Jace It's raining. Of course, it's raining. Seems like the sky's been crying for months, mirroring the constant downpour in my soul. The city is slick and dark, reflecting the neon lights in distorted puddles. Perfect. Just perfect. I'm standing on the rooftop, the rain plastering my hair to my forehead, soaking through my clothes. The wind whips around me, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and regret. I don't even shiver. Numbness has become my default setting.

“No fucking way. Is that what I think it is?” The little droplets of rain falling on our bodies was enough to answer her question. “You jinxed it.” I glared at Reign. “How could I have known it was actually going to rain?” Reign spluttered, just as another thunder reverberated the earth, louder than the last one. Soon the drizzle turned into a light downpour. “Oh my God, what do we do?”

Outside, the relentless rain continues to pour, its rhythmic drumming against the cave's entrance blending with the crackling of the flames. Despite Ashton's injuries—his face pale and trembling—I'm grateful we managed to find refuge here, escaping the weather's fury. My damp dress clings uncomfortably to my skin, fabric soaked through from the rain, and I desperately try to wick away the moisture with my hands, hoping to dry it a bit more.

I need to escape before it happens. Shrouded in a dark, pain-filled world of my own, I don’t even realize that it’s raining until my hoodie is completely soaked through. Startled, I look up, shocked at the heavy downpour. It’s raining cats and dogs and I’m still a long way from the Hope Fortress. No, I can’t go back there just yet. If I go back, Bhyron will definitely return soon and I’m not ready to face him. I’m still too battered to face him.

The air smelled of damp earth, of impending downpour. A low rumble of thunder growled in the distance. I barely had time to brace myself before the sky split open. The first drops were scattered, light, teasing— then came the downpour. Cold, relentless sheets of rain crashed down on me, soaking me within seconds. My hoodie, my jeans, even my shoes—nothing was spared. Water dripped from the tips of my hair, running in rivulets down my face, mingling with the warmth of my tears. It seemed like even God had turned against me tonight.

The skies over Mumbai rumbled ominously as dark clouds rolled in, casting a shadow over the bustling city. The streets were chaotic yet alive, with honking cars, street vendors shouting their wares, and umbrellas bobbing up and down in a sea of humanity. The first drops of rain began to fall, tentative at first, before the heavens opened in a relentless downpour.