Tears of Rain
It was dreary and dark. The rain had been falling consistently for almost an hour. Chills began to overtake me, as I pulled the thin blanket farther up my shoulders. I felt so alone, so scared. Though, I had no reason to be. It was just a thunderstorm after all and my father was in the next room, typing away at his newly bought computer, but still. The window was barely open and I could clearly hear the eerie whistle of the wind flowing through my bedroom. The thunder crashes resonated in my ears and with every flash of lightning that flickered before my eyes, the need for daylight became even more evident. I shuddered. This was just like the night my mom died.