“The Last Rain”
The rain began slowly at first, a gentle drizzle that seemed almost comforting. But as the hours passed, it grew heavier, darker. The sky shifted from a soft gray to an ominous black, clouds rolling in like waves crashing against the shore. The wind picked up, whipping the rain in all directions. Thunder cracked in the distance, followed by the steady roar of lightning. This wasn’t just rain—it was a storm. And it wasn’t the kind of rain I remembered her enjoying. This wasn’t the soft, soothing kind she used to love. This was a downpour, heavy and unforgiving.
