Rain began to patter on the path slowly before turning into a heavy pour. The village of Flora had a warm, humid climate and it rained about two to three times per month. Alicia sat on the windowsill next to her front door, watching the storm begin. Droplets of water crowded on the outside of the glass which blurred the vision of the outdoors. Thunder clapped off in the distance and the bushes swayed in the wind. A cable television show bumbled in the background, and Alicia’s older sister was cooking in their kitchen. The frying pan sizzled and the scent of seasonings and herbs filled the room.
There was something strange about this village. Everyone knew each other. It was mostly quiet. Alicia’s residence was just her sister, grandmother, and herself. Her grandmother told endless stories about life after death, and what happens to you. Neighbors thought that the elderly woman was strange- she believed that she could speak to nature. A car zoomed by, rolling through a large puddle on the side of the road which caused a big splash. Alicia knew that in the morning, her yard would likely be flooded. Alicia’s inner thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a voice.
“Dear, would you mind getting the mail and newspaper?” the Grandmother spoke up as she sat in her reclined lounge chair.
“I’m cooking! Alicia can do it!” Lauren, the older sister called out. Alicia scoffed and stood up from her comfortable ledge. Her eyes darted to the shoe and coat rack, where she would see her purple rain boots and a black windbreaker jacket. A slender bucket next to it contained a few assorted umbrellas. Sigh.
“Sure, I’ll do it.” Alicia replied and shuffled to the racks. She slipped on the rubbery boots and slid her arms into the jacket, zipped it up and pulled the hood over her head. She knew she was about to become drenched, but it should be temporary.
“Thank you.” Grandma smiled and sipped from her mug, and put it gently back onto the wooden table in front of her.
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