|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
@ 2013-04-28 16:31:00
|Entry tags:||2009-09-26, jo, sam|
still life on a shelf when i got my mind on something else.
Who: Sam and Jo.
Where: Summer's house.
When: Early afternoon.
It was fascinating the way the water struck the window and formed into little rivers, the individual beads coming together in the middle to form small streams that streaked downward to pool on the windowsill before slipping over the edge and out of sight. Sam had lost track of just how much time he'd spent standing here watching them, leaning lightly against the kitchen counter not far from the sink overlooking the garden. Just watching the rain. It had been pouring down all day and he'd spent a good half an hour before leaving his room doing this very same thing, just watching it strike the glass and slip away from sight, losing all force as it trickled down the side of the house and to the ground below to soak into the soil. It was watering the various plants in the yard now, he'd realised, the grass too, and beyond the rear of the back garden the trees were being thoroughly soaked. They wouldn't mind though, they would enjoy it. Plants like rain a lot more than animals did.
They also weren't scared by storms. The first rumble of thunder had made Sam think of a wolf's growl and he'd tensed and looked all around him for the source of the threatening sound. The first real crack had almost sent him scrambling underneath the nearest bit of furniture. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Summers' reassurance that it was just a storm, totally harmless, he might have hidden himself away somewhere and stayed there. As it was when the lightning began to flash he'd needed a second round of reassurance. Mrs. Summers had made him a sandwich he had yet to eat in order to help put him at ease, reminding him all the while that it was just weather, perfectly natural, just two fronts coming together in the sky to make all that light and sound.
Sam still tensed whenever the thunder clapped, he still shied away a little when the lightning flashed, but for the most part he was too captivated by the rain and its movement down the kitchen window to really take much notice of it anymore.