We Let the Rain Speak Instead“Come on!” I shout, running up the mossy hill. The trees around us shake as the thunder reverberates throughout the woods. Light tries to peak through the cloudy sky. I glance down with a smile at Mark running up behind me.
The ground is wet and I take my next step, I can feel the dirt slipping out from under me. I start falling backwards to an abrupt stop when Mark softly catches me. “Careful,” he says, grinning. I kiss his cheek and grab onto his hand. He starts up the hill before me and pulls me up after him. The rain starts when we reach the top of the hill.
“Over here,” I show him over to a flat rock nestled underneath the bluffs; a cave of our own, almost, shielding us from the rain. I sit down and he sits next to me. I rest my head on his shoulder and smile.
The woods are beautiful, the pond peeking out just behind the trees. Moss and lichen grow on the trees and remnants of bird nests linger on the branches. The bluffs are on either side of u