Rain Hujan Novels & Stories

Just as he spoke, the clouds rumbled and they looked up to see that rain had started falling. Rhea turned to look at Xavier. “Hail. This is not good.”

I wanna see him! It was raining, to put it simply. The clouds were gray as they showered the city beneath them in a gentle rain. The day was a gloomy one, but the weather had nothing to do with it. It could be sunny, but the mood wouldn't have changed…at least for one family. For them the rainy day was like a godsend, the rain washing away the tears that stained a young seven-year-old's face as she tried in vain to wipe them away with the back of her rain soaked hand. Her other tiny hand was clutching that of a woman's. Both had dark brown hair and kind eyes, the child's being green and the mother's a dark amber.

The rain fell with hate. Engulfed in a torrential and bursting cries, in an absolutely hell pouring turbulence flowing stream. As the lightning bolts descended like shooting spears to all angles of the city. Where echoes of the storms could be heard hitting into the gutters of the city with maliciousness. So much such that, the nountremendous pouring of the rain knitted with cloudburst took the visible city captive. rain fell with hate. Engulfed in a torrential and bursting cries, in an absolutely hell pouring turbulence flowing stream. As the lightning bolts descended like shooting spears to all angles of the city.

The Rain The rain made a very loud noise tonight. Heavy rain falls and hits hard on the roof of the houses and also on the ground. I listened to the sound of the rain and felt the heavy weight of the water streaming like it will never end. The rain constantly poured followed by a very strong sound of thunder which made Chi-Chan barked in panic. I saw Mallory quickly jumped on her mother’s lamp as soon as she heard the sound of the thunder. ‘Mama, I’m afraid.’ Mallory cried as she embraced her mother tightly in fear. ‘Don’t be afraid, the thunder cannot enter the house.’ Her mother said. ‘Baby listen, our roof won’t break because of the thunder.’

Isabella - Rain. Not the kind that’s cold, harsh, or makes you miserable. No, this was a nice, pleasant summer rain—one of those gentle showers that make everything glisten and smell like freshly cut grass and wet pavement. Perfect weather for... whatever adults do after work. For me, it was just another day trying to survive Logan Sinclair.

3 Grace. It was raining. And it was not a gentle drizzle or a moody sprinkle, but stormy. Heavy drops slammed the windows like they were mad at the glass, thunder cracked open the sky in jagged bursts, and the house, big as it was, suddenly felt smaller.

Her chest tightened painfully, a physical ache lancing through her heart. ​Everyone around her had gone silent. ​The sound of rain suddenly filled the air, heavy, freezing droplets beginning to pour from the dark sky, instantly hissing against the edges of the bonfire. Ria stepped back slowly, her body shaking from the inside out. ​Then, she turned and ran. ​“Ria!” Mira called after her, her voice desperate over the sound of the downpour. ​But Ria didn’t stop. The freezing rain soaked through her clothes instantly, pasting her hair to her face as hot tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She kept running across the wet sand, away from the light, until she finally collapsed behind a parked c

Nathalie's POV (Continuation) Rain. Four words that means so much in the world where illegal things are turned to legal. Rain, as far as I know is a reaper and a member of a mafia, I heard that she's good at pretending like someone, she's clever as a fox.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain