Chapter 18

Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Pit-pat.

There were droplets of water dripping from the gutters onto the windowpane. Softly hitting the pane in a rhythmic thump.

The pitter-patter of the rain, woke Lissa, but she remained on her bed, focusing her ears on the sounds of the slight drizzle hitting her window. She had always found the rain, calming. Especially now, when everything around her was anything but calm. She likes the rain. It gives her hope, through the bad times, reminding her that this too shall pass, and that a rainbow of, new beginnings and good times will be waiting for her, after the rain.