AH! Haven't written in 27 days!
PROLOGUE OF NOVEL. ENJOY. Jeckht, Unrequited. The rain bore mercilessly down on rooftops unsuspecting. Whispered cries of “It’s… raining!” echoed through the parched city. Parks and lawns alike grew sodden and smiled, reaching their browning stalks up to the sky. A city that hasn’t seen rain worships every drop; every spray from any unseen source under an iron sky becomes an omen to proclaim to anyone who cares. “It’s raining! I felt a drop!” It’s raining. He felt more than a drop. He’s felt a... Sign in to see full entry.