Rainhaven: Part 2

If you haven’t read the first part, I would recommend reading this. Otherwise, you might be a bit lost. But without further ado, here is the rest of “Rainhaven.”

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Rain slammed against the sidewalks, thudded against the lights. “Rochelle!” Selah shouted. “Rochelle, can you hear me?”

“Rochelle!” came Brad’s baritone. “I’m with your sister! Where are you?”

His voice certainly carried farther than hers did. Maybe it was a good thing she’d recruited him. But still, they had no idea where to look. 

Glass shattered behind her. She spun around, holding her umbrella out in front of her as if it were a weapon, leaving her head unprotected. “Who’s there?” she shouted.

Brad had tensed next to her. His umbrella spread over his head, orange like his hair but intermixed with pearly streaks. “You’re getting soaked, Selah.”

“I noticed.” She could barely see through the rain, so she moved the umbrella back to its normal position. A tiny umbrella, like the kind they had in drinks, floated away in the streams moving along the street. Wait. “Viv?”

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Rainhaven: Part 1

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Rain pounded against the roof and streamed onto the ground, forming massive puddles that would soon morph into streams. Selah peered out the window but didn’t see the tell-tale sign of her mom’s crimson-and-gold polka dots or her dad’s navy-blue, green, and white zigzag pattern. No umbrellas, no humans.

She bit her lip. At this rate, they were going to be late for the Rain Parade––unless her parents were already on site. But if they were going to do that, they would have told her beforehand.

The sound of footsteps pulled her attention away from the window. Rochelle swung her umbrella, still closed, back and forth. “Viv says I can go to the Rain Parade this time. Can I go? Please?”

Selah blinked. “Viv told you what?”

Rochelle’s golden-brown braids––courtesy of Vivienne––whipped around in a circle as she twirled in place. “She said I could go. She said she’d even buy me a new umbrella at the festival afterward.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Selah held up her hands. Rochelle stopped twirling. “You’re not going anywhere until Mom and Dad get back––if they even say you can go.” Selah steeled herself for the protruding lip and wide eyes. Yep, there they were.

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