The rain fell in thick drops, thunder shaking the walls of the barn they took refuge in. It wasn’t the first storm of the week, and they were expecting more water for the next days too.
Side by side on the hay, boy and girl watched through the open doors as the sky fell on them, and yet they were practically dry.
“You think father will be alright on his own?” she asked and he hummed.
“As long as he knows you’re all right yourself, yes,” he replied, and she looked at him surprised.
What a strange boy he was.