Rain Hujan Novels & Stories

he asked, the sadness in his eyes melting into hopefulness, like her words could show him. “The rain?” she clarified, and he nodded. “Well, if it’s warm outside, it’s refreshing. It can be fun to stand outside in a downpour on a summer day. If it’s cold, well, then, the rain is cold. That’s not much fun, especially if it splashes down your back.” She realized most women ran through the rain with umbrellas or rain coats, trying not to get wet. They didn’t stand around and take a soaking just to experience it. As a matter of fact, the only reason Rain had ever stood in a summer rain shower was because Mist insisted she do so. “And the sun? What’s that like?”

I came so close. But then, the clouds over our heads opened up, and it began to rain. Not a metaphorical rain, not a symbol of our emotions pouring out. Real, cold, windy rain. Hard and heavy, and soaking through our clothes.

The atmosphere of the cafe is quite quiet, there are only a few people sitting there enjoying coffee, maybe taking shelter, or maybe being nostalgic. When her order arrived, Diana pulled out a book, but after a few minutes of trying to concentrate on reading, she gave up. Hujan itu menghalau konsentrasinya. She was more interested in gazing at the rain, counting the drops of water hitting the ground, and reminiscing about Brandon. It was raining that day too, when Brandon had an accident. Was it rain that killed her lover? The noise at the door distracted Diana from the rain. She frowned and stared in awe at the figure who entered the door with wet hair.

A heavy rain began to fall down with a force that no one had seen before and a force that could cause damage and injury when it struck. It was no normal rain. It couldn't be, Isaac had never known rain to be red.

Angel I'm walking on the pavement, tapping my feet against the ground so that it will make a splash. It's raining, and being my usual self, I forgot my umbrella at home. I'm returning home from the gym, and the rain is cooling off my body perfectly. I enjoy the rain. I take a deep breath and look at the sky. Raindrops gently hit my face, making me relax. After some minutes, I start walking back home because I notice that the rain is about to stop, and I am drenched. I don't want to get sick, so I quicken my pace until my house is in view. I run to my door then turn my head slightly to the left to see some boxes on my neighbours' porch. They just moved in, and I haven't even seen them once ex

She could freely express her grief and anguish, knowing that the raindrops would carry them away, blending them with the currents that flowed through the streets. Her sobs mixed with the rhythmic pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the ground as it intensified, casting a veil of grey upon the world. The streets grew slick and the air became heavy with moisture. But she pressed on, driven by a deep determination to reach the solace of her home until it gradually subsided before finally stopping.

NO! As the rain poured down relentlessly, I felt a growing sense of panic and frustration well up within me. The droplets fell heavily, obscuring the scent that had guided me thus far. Each raindrop seemed to wash away the traces of her presence, leaving me disoriented and lost in a sea of damp confusion. I pushed my limits even further when the odor started getting washed away by the rain. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! This is bad timing! Why did it have to rain now?? All the stench the air held got wiped down with the droplets falling from the sky. My heart sank with each passing moment as the rain seemed to mock my efforts, erasing any hope of tracking her down.

Harmonia cast her eyes downward, welled-up tears shimmering, cascading down her cheeks to meld seamlessly with the chilly rain. Suddenly, the pouring rain seemed to come to a halt.

“Got it. Rest assured, I will not allow them to pull the plug.” “Thank you,” I say quietly as I slip my jacket on. “Are you leaving?” he asks. I nod. “Yes, I need to get back,” I say quietly as I push the blinds up and slip my shades on. The weather is far worse than I thought. The rain is pouring down so fast that nothing is visible. I don’t even need my wig, because the amount of rain that is hammering down is intense and no one can see me in this. If this continues, the roads will become flooded.

The rain was still pouring down heavily. “Where is she?” I screamed. I trudged through the dense forest, my boots sinking into the mud with each step. The rain was coming down in sheets, drenching me from head to toe. I pulled my hood tighter around my face, but it did little to shield me from the relentless downpour. The trees swayed and creaked in the wind, their leaves rustling like whispers in the storm. I pressed on, determined to find Isla, my eyes scanning the undergrowth for any sign of her.