It was pouring. Absolutely pouring rain. A rare occurrence for The Glade, usually the sky was clear and the sun was shining. But now, it was everything but. Clouds were shedding droplets of water, sending them pelting to the ground. Not only that, but it was freezing.

But the rain wasn’t an entirely bad thing. Rainy days were breaks from the amount of work they all did each day. The builders, slicers, blood housers, track-hoes, and gardeners all got to take a break.

At the moment, Newt was sat on one of the many hammocks under the safety of the Homestead’s roof, simply watching as the rain poured down, soaking into the grass.

Many of the other graders were huddled together in groups due to the Homestead’s limited space, not everyone slept there after all, but with the rain, everyone was forced to be in close proximity.

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