The rain fell in sheets, cold and unrelenting, painting the night in silver. I stepped out of the house, the chill hitting me, but I didn’t care. I just stood there on the porch, watching the sky pour everything down like it wanted to drown the world in silence. My thoughts were loud, too loud, and I needed the storm to muffle them.
Then—footsteps. Light. Familiar.
I turned slightly, and there she was.
Delilah.
Her hair was damp from the mist, and she had a sweater thrown over her thin pajamas. She didn’t say anything at first. Just came and stood beside me, both of us watching the rain.
“You should be asleep,” I murmured.
She shrugged. “So should you.”
We stood quietly for a few seconds. I could hear the storm breathing between us. Thunder rumbled far away.
“This rain,” she said s
