Pap Hujan Di Jalan Novels & Stories

He hated more that he had not thrown it away. On the fourth night, rain came down hard and fast. The kind that soaked through shoes and made the sidewalks shine like glass. Jamie stood under the awning outside the café, waiting for the bus that was already late, water dripping from his hair onto the collar of his jacket. He pulled the paper out and stared at it. “This is stupid,” he muttered. The bus did not come. He texted. Jamie: You said I didn’t have to use this. The reply came almost immediately.

It wasn’t just dark and now wet; there was also a sense of forbiddance in the general atmosphere, the kind you see in a horror flick just before the emergence of vampires and zombies. Not really interested in such, Diana preferred to keep herself grounded to reality. Another hour’s drive brought her back into Hollis Avenue. And as she turned into the narrow street for another round, the rain came down in a sudden burst, sheets of white water roaring all around her. She quickly pulled to the side and stopped. She couldn’t even see the front of the car in the wall of torrent that hammered down. Not knowing how long this would last, Diana picked up the mike to call in her situation. It was dead

Your Mechanic took a long time to arrive. Because until now the rain is still very strong. The most disliked of all weathers is the rainy season. Apart from being sad, it's also difficult when you have to walk or go home. Especially for those without umbrellas and people going to school or work. Hassle too much. I let go of Yohann's hug when he pulled me closer and hugged me. Only then did I realize that his steam was very hot.

I flinch whenever I hear the deafening roar of thunder and James keeps asking if I'm okay. I'm not. Outside, the forms of pedestrians are running helter skelter, some of them have trays on their heads and some are lucky enough to find a place to stand and wait the ran out. The road is quickly getting flooded, the gutters are pouring out into the road. Some people are parking their cars. The sky is weeping.

Racing through the parking lot, I dodge as many puddles as I can. I swear it started raining a month ago and hasn't let up. Even worse, it's muggy. Really muggy. But that's what early June in Houston is like every year. At least the rain is keeping the bugs away for now. "Shit," I yell as I accidentally land right in a puddle. I look up and see Mari's elderly neighbors staring at me and my filthy mouth. "Sorry. I landed in a puddle."

The beams of light reflect off the rain-soaked road, creating a glistening, slippery surface that adds an extra layer of caution to his journey. The windshield wipers work tirelessly, sweeping back and forth, desperately trying to clear away the cascading raindrops. Yet, despite their efforts, the downpour persists, obscuring visibility and heightening the sense of isolation. His focus intensifies as he strains to make out the road signs and landmarks through the rain-splattered glass. Every turn, every curve in the road becomes an exercise in trust and intuition, as he relies on his instincts to guide him through the storm.

"Here, have some coffee first." The two happily accepted the coffee and drank it while waiting for the rain to subside. But it didn't stop until ten o'clock, instead, it got even heavier. "How are we going to go home now?" There were worries in Haria's voice. "Don't even try to go home with that heavy rain. The road was dangerous and muddy. You might get hurt," Haria's grandmother warned when she heard what her granddaughter said. "Grandma's right, Haria. Let's just wait for the rain to subside before we go home," Jacob agreed.

He would definitely be soaked and drenched. In the street, cars were pacing their ways slowly because of the traffic jam while raindrops were happily and freely falling down from the sky, hitting the asphalt roads without giving a single thought to the busy and hectic city life.

Grayson said, "You’ll lose till there’s nothing else to lose. You won't even be wearing pants after." At night, there was the pattering of rain from the sky. The rain gradually increased and turned into heavy rain before long. Rainwater gathered on the city streets and washed the waterways. Pedestrians were rushing on the street and many people were drenched because they did not have time to prepare umbrellas. Grayson cautiously asked the president, "Mr. Ares, it's raining. Do you still want to go to the Rainbow Flyover tonight?" Jay stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his handsome face as cold as usual. "No rain, hail, or shine will be an obstacle."

The rain came without warning. It wasn’t the kind of gentle drizzle that softened the world into poetry. It was heavy and relentless, like the sky itself had decided it couldn’t hold back anymore. The streets of Harlem shimmered under the downpour, pedestrians scattering beneath awnings, taxis honking louder than usual, and neon lights reflecting in kaleidoscopic puddles.