Rain Streaks down the window like tears of a forgotten blue sky. My bedroom eloomenated only by the pale moonlight awakened by a cats meow to see the ever-gray sky out my louvered window I pray silently for the sun to come back.

I didn’t know then that it never would.

It was day 32 it was spoused to be the middle of summer but all it had been was a torrent of rain. I-hate-rain. I’ve always hatted rain that’s why I lived here it never rained here. While others find the soft pitter patter of rain on a roof comforting. I-do-not it sounds like little screams this was-a-nightmare. I just wanted it to stop I hadn’t got sleep for weeks.