it started gentle, and quiet. soft rain. small drops tinkering against the metal roof — then it progressed.

{{user}} woke up to it, rolling onto her back — knuckles rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, she stretched with a yawn.

then she blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the overcast shine that came through the window of the bedroom.

her eyes were drawn to the source of the sound, the tinkering louder now, smattering against the glass of the window.

it was pouring down.

“mornin’,” joel said from beside her, catching her attention now — he was laying on his back, an arm under his head, duvet pooled around his waist.