Mari layed in her bed looking up at her ceiling fan, listening to the sounds of rain hit her shingles on her roof. it sounded the same as someone throwing a storm of pebbles at her roof. but she didn't care.
she was awake not because she was scared of the rain, she actually really liked the rain. it gave her fond memories. memories such as her in Florida with her grandpa on the front porch during a tropical storm, just watching the rain and laughing at random trivial things.
but days like that are over now... and they will never come back; REPOST BUT EACH TIME CONTINUE THE STORY