Menari Dibawah Hujan Novels & Stories

Janiya looks up at the dark clouds and steady rain. She hesitates, then takes her large purse and holds it over her head for cover. She glances at the man in the car, thinking about his offer for a ride. She runs out from under the overhang and gets soaked as she heads for the car. Zane rolls down the window just enough to hear her. He leans over the passenger seat, trying to look relaxed, but his fingers tap the steering wheel while he waits for her answer.

Rain gushed down violently from the dark- grey minibus crowds. Mia, a twenty three beautiful goddess with long hair and blue eyes, didn't care a bit to walk under the natural watery elements. In both hands, she carried the shoes that had adorned her feet earlier that day. She walked barefooted in the dirty rain water. Tears burnt in her eyes as she sobbed with quivering lips. If angels truly cry due to heart- breaks, then you are reading about one.

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.

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.

I giggled under the rain, trying to run much more farther away from Braden. The downpour was heavy but I loved it. It was needed in my life. Our life.

I almost dropped the letter when I almost lose my balance. The rain was hollering that it’s deafening my ears. My wounds are still swelling but I couldn’t care about it. I gripped the letter in my hand tightly while running through the heavy rain. “P-please…be there…” I mumbled, hoping that he’s still in our meeting place waiting for me. My tears didn’t stop from streaming down. My emotions are going along with the weather today. Good thing that no one is around or no cars are passing by to see how miserable I look today. I have no umbrella with me.

The gentle patter of rain against the windowpane provides a soothing backdrop, a natural symphony that matches the rhythm of my troubled thoughts. In this moment of solitude, I let the tears flow freely, mingling with the rain that caresses my face. Each droplet seems to carry away a fraction of my anguish as if nature itself is trying to wash away my pain. The rain becomes my silent confidante, listening to the whispers of my sorrow and offering solace in its gentle embrace.

I wasn't sure if i wanted to cry or laugh any more. "Come on I'd drop you off somewhere" Andrei says pulling me up and I let him pull me up with him. I think I want to stay under the rain a bit more. He tries to pull me with him but I pull my hands out of his grip. He turns to look at me in confusion and I shake my head at him. "I wnat to stay under the rain a bit more" I tell him and he looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was, but who cares about that right now?

It's a moment of solitude and reflection, where thoughts drift and emotions rise to the surface, carried away by the relentless rain. As the solitary journey through the rainstorm continues, Terry Nashville remains focused, resilient, and determined to reach his destination. He navigates the dark and treacherous night, his senses heightened, and he resolve unyielding, knowing that eventually, the storm will pass and a new dawn will break - by this, he intended with his brother.

The sound of thunder and rain met his ears as he approached the door, seeing Sniper in a hidden corner in the wall. "Stupid rain, comes without warning. I forgot to take my clothes in, now I have to wait around naked till it dries tomorrow." Jaesung smiled. "Good night, Sniper." "You don't have an umbrella with you?" "I'll manage." Jaesung smiled and walked out the door. Rain slapped his face and he squinted his eyes, literally almost as blind as a bat with this rain and the dark alley combined. He shivered in the cold, hoping his books don't get wet as he wrapped his arms around his body.