I stared out the window lost in my thoughts as I watched a few birds run to their nest due to the sudden change in weather. The sky was tar-black and the large clouds were moving together forming a think circular ones. I heard a tapping on the window and then it became a pitter-patter. The clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. I quickly closed the window stepping back in.
The roofs of our house danced with spray and I could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.
I fixed my tiny figure on the bed melting deep into the sheets as I curled myself into a ball. The sound of rain clashing against my window could be heard making me unable to close my eyes. I was usually scared of the rain since I was a child. It felt like invisible hands were coming to get me or the wind might just pull our house one day.
