Literature
Under the rain
It was a perfectly good day. The sun was out, shining in its glorious heavenly light. There was nary a cloud in sight. Spring could be smelled in the warm luscious air as it swayed around, ruffling the trees on its passing. Men, women and children alike were up and about, skins basking under the warm light. Truly it was a beautiful day, up until the dark rain clouds came painting the once blue sky a dull grey.
Setsuna hastily stuffed her cold fingers in her jacket pocket, resisting the urge to shiver from the cold wind beating at her back. She looked up, scanning the darkening sky. A sniff at the air and she could tell the rain was approachi