Pluviophile—lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
Dirt and debris littered the baked asphalt as Interstate 40 cradled empty cars that shimmered in the harsh, high sunlight. Simone Carter searched the abandoned highway through the adobe’s cracked and sullied screen window. Eddies skipped along cracked concrete and spun in dizzying array like quarreling lovers. Forgotten skyscrapers, apartment buildings, and progress faded from the scorching sun’s brutal, decade-long assault. Death spread across the land, even as far as the suburbs of Rio Rancho, bleaching everything with it.
Almost everything. Simone hoped for the discovery of a pluviophile. As her momma used to say, hope hurt.
Almost“When you get old, like me, you become invisible,” Elise mumbled to S
