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.Read More »