The Uninvited
It was raining. It was a nice heavy soaking rain that dampened the soil and Sophie could almost hear the plants drinking. She stood on the front porch of her modest home watching the rain fall in straight wet curtains, the leaves bounce as the drops struck them, the puddles form in the middle of her yard. She had always loved the rain, the sound of it, the feel of it. It was as if the world were washed clean and everything began anew again when it rained.
A rumble of . . .
The Uninvited
It was raining. It was a nice heavy soaking rain that dampened the soil and Sophie could almost hear the plants drinking. She stood on the front porch of her modest home watching the rain fall in straight wet curtains, the leaves bounce as the drops struck them, the puddles form in the middle of her yard. She had always loved the rain, the sound of it, the feel of it. It was as if the world were washed clean and everything began anew again when it rained.
A rumble of . . .