With the arrival of dawn, the air was filled with a freshness and dampness. Eve tilted her head up, letting the fine rain drizzle down her face, dispelling the heat as she gazed at the lead-gray clouds, which seemed to twist and turn, as if alive.
Eve was the only one in the activity area, standing alone on the grass, allowing the wind and rain to fall upon her. Many couldn't understand what this girl was doing, but to her, it simply felt exhilarating.
Yes, exhilarating, that was the pure and seemingly absurd reason.
The wind surged around her, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped her, and it seemed that she would be lifted into the air like a swift at any moment.
"The heavy rain is coming."
A shadow enveloped the boy's face, and he spoke softly.
Owes didn't expose himself to the rain like the girl—somewhat foolishly—but instead sat in a wheelchair, sheltering from the rain behind a building.
