The cold, hard rain pounded the street outside the red brick home. A flash of lightning crept across the floor of the clouds revealing no other buildings in sight before a set of woods caging in the home like an animal in a zoo. The darkened windows vaguely announced that the rooms in which they looked in upon were occupied.
A breath of light soothed out of the bay window of the living room no longer concealing the storm that had been and continued to rage inside.
A passionate and rain-soaked woman sat on the front porch. Her tearstains were barely visible and blended in well with the rain that dripped down her angelic face. Her usually carefree rubies were clouded in intense thought and emotionless fear.
The black metal of the screen door screeched in disapproval as a man made his way outside and stopping only when he reached the oblivious female. “You ok?” the male inquired in concern as he sat beside her in the rain.
A silver strand of hair fell gracefully across the gir