May 8, 2020
3 min read
Even Downpours Will Pass
It was raining hard over Everwood Lane. Raindrops raced each other into oblivion. Drums played on the cars. A stray cat looked like a wet mop. Only the rain held conversation, but it failed to drown the news out.
Roble sat on the couch, watching the rain fall. He sighed with each drop. His ears begged for more roar. He stared out into the gray. That was his world now. Lost in chaos. So much chaos, haunted with so much…
