Where Wild Things Roam
As thunder rolls across the sky, a misty rain begins to fall.
Blinking against the light drops, we watch her as she flies for a few moments before gliding earthward again. As she lands, the rain stops and the clouds thin, beginning to break. Shifting, Anna huddles against the ground and Jack races toward her, pulling his wet t-shirt over his head and offering it to her.
“It’s cold,” Anna says weakly.
“Yeah, baby doll. It’s wet.” Jack grins. “If you hadn’t just rained all over us, it wouldn’t be. Come on, my bird girl. Let me help you up.”
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