The rain spills secrets. During storms, Layce sits on the sidewalk and soaks in as many as her prying ears can fit. Yesterday, the rain whispered her parents didn’t love each other anymore. It hissed as it washed over and drowned her in sorrow.
The rain spills secrets and the sun dries them away. They stick to buildings like chalk, a myriad of bright colors. On the side of her house, the rain writes “Tami hearts Jon”, a tribute of her parent’s past love. Layce sprawls beneath their warmth.