Pap Hujan Di Jalan Novels & Stories

The road in front of them turned black because of the recent rain and caused puddles in some parts. "Are you okay?" Ben kept asking Rain the same question over and over again. The girl was still daydreaming as she watched the empty street. A taxi approached, just whizzed and passed them. Even though Rain tried to swing her arm, the taxi didn't even stop. Instead, the cab just splashed dirty water on them. Rain was busy thinking about the monster-eyed Jace in the warehouse earlier. His gaze was the same as the monster on the roof of the bell tower. Rain glanced at her wrist, which was still hot from Jace's grip.

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 walk home seemed daunting, but at least I knew the way. Of course, it started raining hard. Huge puddles formed quickly, and the storm drains in the road couldn’t keep up with the downpour. Along Route 7, cars and trucks passed me, spraying sheets of dirty water over me. My rage was reaching unprecedented levels, and the weather was following along.

*** The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the entire city of New York without mercy. The night was eerily quiet; even the usual roar of vehicles on the highway was absent. Only the patter of raindrops on the asphalt and the rumble of thunder breaking the pitch-black sky could be heard. In the midst of the downpour, Anastasia stood beneath a deserted city bus stop. She clutched her suitcase tightly, her clothes and body slowly soaking as there wasn't enough shelter to keep her dry.

The weather is a bit off today, with an announcement of an upcoming storm in the proximity of New York City. The street was filled of passerby holding different color umbrellas with their shoes squeaking as they passed by. The thick glass wall of the café was now covered with raindrops coming from twitched umbrellas and splashes of water on the sidewalk. Even it was raining hard, the street was still busy with wheels rolling on the wet street, and feet marching on the sidewalk.

Finally, the rain began to subside, and there was no longer a strong wind and the scary sounds and lights from Nature. "We go now?" take Abyan. "He eh." Many places require a slow pace in the newly flushed streets of heavy rain because the stagnant water makes Abyan glance at Emma. "About in the flooded house, is not?" Abyan asked. "During my stay, the House has never been flooded, but on the highway, it always seems to get more water," Emma said with a grin. Abyan's laughter broke out because Emma's answer had a point. Many roads are flooded, although it does not prevent vehicles from passing through, enough to make Abyan careful when passing through.

The rain was so heavy and within minutes wide torrents of rainwater were surging along the gutters-turbid and brown from a whole summer's dirt being washed off the streets in one go. Helen was howling so loudly that she could hear her even over the sound of the storm. It was impossible to flag down a taxi because she was too scared to get the buggy close to the gushing deluge of run-off water along the roadside. So she bowed her head into the rain and kept pushing towards home.

He almost looked like someone else there, although the flashy sweater and colored pants didn't help at all. A slight rain from the beginning of December was starting to fall in the city, and Hazz had the common sense of approaching the car with the umbrella to prevent me from suffering from the cold and heavy drops. The security guard who stood at the right door left first, waiting in the rain while Hazz helped me get out of the car as soon as possible.

I just hope we can make it through this vicious weather. "Careful, there's a lot of debris everywhere," I note, every swipe of the window wipers revealing the road in front of us, Lei having to swerve around the odd branch and patch of surface flooding. "Storms are common in this area. Maybe we should park and wait for it to clear up," Lei says, having to raise her voice over the sound of the rain. "Yeah, maybe that is the best idea," I murmur. Lei pulls to the side of the road, turning the car off. The sound of the rain against the roof is an unfamiliar sound, making me shiver. I'm used to soft snow and wind flurries, not wild thunderstorms. I can practically feel the electricity buzzing th