The Rain Comes
On the third day, there was a thunderstorm. The rain was pouring making everything wet, and there were a lot of thunders. Alice was imagining her poor cat outside, unprotected from the wind and the rain, probably scared and alone. She couldn’t take it anymore. No matter how much faith she had in the cat’s survival skills, she couldn’t let her outside in the rain. It was time to act, and try to find her. What she would find, she could never have expected it.