Rain


She is staring out the window, her day ruined by the storm. 


A gloomy, dreary, and soaked skyline meets with the landscape.

Who would dare go outside in this kind of weather, she thinks to herself. Thankfully, the power hasn't gone out. She can still find some solace in her room. The storm is making her feel tired, as it always does.

She lays down on her bed listening to the sounds of the storm. Small drops of rain plinking against the window. The wind slowly blowing by with leaves in tow. The rustling leaves in the wind give them away. A slight rumble of thunder. Nothing to disturb a nap can be heard outside.

A darkness is rolling in to take over the light, as she drifts off to sleep her eyelids slowly close shut.

She hears a noise outside her window. As she gets up, she realizes the storm has gotten stronger. A flash of lightning makes a confirmation to this, as she steps closer to the window. A now pitch black sky has brought heavy drops of rain. The street below minimally lit. One stop sign at the end of a three-way street. An outline of rain, forming a shape of someone, something. Another flash of lightning and she shakes. Her eyes darting back to look at the outline, no longer there.

She slowly takes a step back from the window and another white strobe forces her to blink and the outline she saw is now right outside. She lunges toward the window to grab the blind's cord and then the window breaks, shattered glass hits the floor. A rain-soaked hand grabs her.

She gasps as she awakens. White light fills the room as she slowly looks around. The blinds are closed. The door is shut. She places both her hands down and pushes off the bed. The carpet is wet. Her socks are taking on water like a dry sponge. She notices there is broken glass on the floor. Her feet freeze in place as her body shivers.

A water drop splashes onto her shoulder and a drenched open hand follows...

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