RHEA'S POV.
It was dreadfully dark in the sky above, and the clouds were crying around me. Heavy drops of freezing rain were hitting me in the face but I didn't have the strength to wipe them away, and I didn't care how cold I was. My black dress and coat was soaking, my boats were nearly ankle deep in the muddy.
But none of it mattered.
I let the rain hit my face, pouring down and mingling with the tears flowing freely from my tears. I could almost imagine I wasn't crying at all, but through out papa's service. I couldn't seem to stop. We should have gone inside but rain had come too fast and there were so many eyes on me.
Looking out over all the people who knew papa through out his life, I didn't recognize half of their faces. Old couples who knew my grandparents from church neighbo
