The sky lay like an ombre carpet, huge droplets pouring down seemingly never ending.
Her gaze focused on the grove of thin-barked trees, fragile they may seem yet how they towered strongly, not hovering an inch. There they stood in solemn, undisturbed by the mayhem ensuing around them.
“The strongest people are the ones whose spirit never get beaten down, no matter how broken they get on the outside, they never break down on the inside.”
She took a sip of hot chocolate, mind bristling along with the storm brewing outside.