“can you smell it?” piper asked, pushing her red hair out of her face. “the rain, i mean.”
malcolm glanced at her, shrugging. “not really,” he replied, looking down at the book in his hand. “why would it matter anyway? it’s just rain.”
“but it’s beautiful,” she said, her voice quiet as she looked up at the dark sky. “and besides, it doesn’t have to matter. it’s there either way.”
he watched her smile, as if she didn’t have any worries. although, in that moment, she probably didn’t. “i suppose that’s true,” he muttered, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders as he stood up. “anyway, we should probably go inside.”
“okay,” was her only reply.
