Hujan 소설 & 이야기

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.

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

Chapter 106 en Bad News Again. The stars were invisible tonight, hiding behind a thick cloud of blackened clouds. Even so, with the moonlight, it was not as bright as the night before. They could feel what Lexi was feeling right now. It had been raining heavily in Jakarta since this afternoon. Seconds changed minutes. Minutes changed hours, and hours would change days. Then, days would alternate with weeks. That time goes on and will never stop, especially waiting for weak people, people who cry and did not immediately move to improve the situation.

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.

{‘Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.’} The rain was pouring hard over the damp soil of the cemetery. Looking up, the sky seemed in agony and in greatest sympathy. I gripped my black umbrella hard as I refused to accept that the person inside the casket deserved this kind of cry from heaven.

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.

Through his cool skin, her own frantic, damning heartbeat echoed back to them both. A distant rumble of thunder rolled over the hills, and the first fat drop of rain broke from the clouds, landing squarely on Rebecca's collarbone and sliding down toward her neckline. Lucian's silver-dark eyes followed the path of the water, his thumb tracing one slow, deliberate arc over her hammering wrist. "Why are you tracking my heartbeat?" she asked, the words leaving her mouth before her intellect could filter them.

Hujan was so sure of his prediction, the people who had been led to the side of the east Aayss by the Earth Dragon's whip had the same characteristics as the people who had razed the Desolate residence. Hujan started to rage, he slammed his fist into the nearby tree. Blood started pouring from the back of his palm. Surprisingly, the blood was black. When the blood hit the grass, the grass immediately dried up. After crushing a tree to the ground, his knees finally went limp. He sat on the grass, his shoulders shaking. He was crying, from his eyes a black liquid, like ink. Bima who was standing not far from him thought hard, "wha

"Let's go home." Jung-Hoon nodded and opened the door for Syanja so they could leave. As soon as they stepped outside he noticed that it was raining. The sky was dark and stormy and rain was pouring down heavily. "Shit." he muttered before quickly running to the car, opening the door for Syanja so she could get inside. Syanja laughed lightly and got into the car. When Jung Hoon closed the door he started the car and began driving off. "Jung-Hoon, I want to enjoy in rain." she said after a couple minutes.