You watched the raindrops racing down the clear pane as your visage formed with intent, rooting for that one particular raindrop to outpace the rest.
As more raindrops joined, they merged together to assemble a droplet, all while the rain continued to pelt down from the somber sky.
After a while, you grew tired of watching them glide and averted your attention at the firmament, where thunder rumbled overhead, and the sun was enshrouded by the intimidating caliginous clouds.
You began wondering if any animals in the woods were walking through the harsh rain, cold and hungry, or were secure inside their home.
The thought of it made you feel horrible because there’s a possibility that some are still out in the bitter cold—dying or surviving, with no way of predicting nature’s course.
While you were engrossed in your train of thoughts, Carlo approached you with deliberate movements, holding two mugs of hot cocoa in his hands.
“Here. Careful, it’s too hot.” He placed both mugs on the wide window stool.
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