Novel & Cerita Jas Hujan Yang Ada Tasnya

"The autumn pack?" Alaska barely whispers the name over the mug of hot liquid. Jaxson places her phone face down on the table between them and stares out the window as the first drop becomes two and very quickly becomes a downpour, the sheet of water running down the window gives the forest behind a hazy sort of quality, the rain hits the weathered yet watertight roof with a therapeutic sound.

Amelia Ashton was having one of those days. She was dragging her wheeled suitcase up the pea gravelled drive of her new employer, which was rather more difficult than she ever imagined. Then she had to fight with her umbrella in the gale force wind and then the teeming rain, which had poured down as if God was pouring a bucket of water directly over her which had ruined her long glossy hair frizzing it up and turning it into a rats nest within five seconds of getting out of the cab.

She opened it gently and slipped out into the rain. The chill hit her instantly. She gasped. Joseph stood with his head raised toward the moon, his dark hair dripping, soaked as the rain beat down on his bare skin. The ink of a massive snake tattoo stretched across his back, rippling with every subtle movement of his muscles. He looked magical. His beauty was unmatched. Tasha clutched the soaked sheet over her head. "Joseph, what are you doing out here getting soaked in the rain like this? It's freezing. You're gonna catch a cold."

"I can change back! I can fix it." I offered a slow shake of my head. "Not every broken thing in this world can be repaired." My cab pulled up to the curb, and I reached out to pull the door open, sliding into the back seat. Tristan stood frozen outside the vehicle, suddenly reaching through the open window to thrust the premium designer shopping bag toward me. "It's raining." I cast a brief glance out the window. The sky had indeed turned incredibly dark and overcast, but the first drops of rain hadn't even begun to fall yet.

I don’t have an umbrella and I didn’t notice that it will rain today! Since I am wearing a hoodie, I put the cap on my head and run to look for a jeep. But while I am running, I get wetter hence I walk instead. I looked sideways and every jeep is fully occupied. What a good timing. It’s okay if it’s not raining! “Fuck this day!” I said while walking. I continued walking until I did not feel the rain that makes me confused and curious. I looked upwards and I saw an umbrella sheltering me. I looked at my left and I saw Gio.

The monk closed his eyes, ignoring Jason's words. Jason smiled faintly. The moment he raised the teacup, rain fell into it. "Well, I didn't expect to add a drop of rain water." Jason chuckled. He put the teacup to his mouth and took a sip. The raindrops in the sky were scattered and then covered the whole lake. The lotus leaves in the water swayed in the wind and rain. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and take shelter from the rain." Looking at the stunned Jessica, Jason chuckled.

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.

I clenched my jaw, tilting my head up at the dark clouds above. “Not now,” I muttered, my voice tight with frustration. Then the sky opened. The rain came down in heavy sheets, soaking me instantly. My hair stuck to my face, my clothes clung to my skin, and the suitcase handle grew slippery under my grip. I pulled it forward, only for the wheels to sink into the mud. I let out a ragged breath and tugged harder. Nothing. The suitcase tipped, sending my clothes spilling onto the wet pavement. A hollow laugh bubbled up from my throat. “Of course,” I whispered bitterly, staring at the drenched mess before me. “Why not?”

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.

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.