Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 607

Sarah carefully closed the window, making sure to secure the latch. Her expression grew serious – there would be no escaping this storm.

The rain finally began to fall. The yellowed light bulb in the room provided her with a small sense of warmth and security.

The patter of rain drummed steadily against the roof, striking the tiles heavily. Silence enveloped everything except for the dancing raindrops.

Though Sarah's room was dilapidated, at least it had tile roofing. In West Ridge, while most homes used tile roofs, some poorer residents had earthen shelters – structures made of packed soil and straw that would likely dissolve into mud after a heavy rain.

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled as the downpour intensified. Water collected along the eaves, forming thick droplets that fell continuously.

Brilliant flashes illuminated the entire landscape as the rain grew heavier.

BOOM!

A massive thunderclap made Sarah's heart jump. Despite being prepared, fear still gripped her.

The lightning's reflection through the window revealed every detail of the shabby room.

She wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, trying to ward off the nightmarish storm.

But what Sarah had worried about happened. The old room should have been safe aside from some dampness and occasional insects or mice.

Then a drop of water hit her head, the cold shock making her jolt.

A second drop landed on her nose, and a third on her hand.

The roof was leaking.

"It's leaking," she said, looking up at the ceiling where, in the yellowish light, she could see a continuous line of water droplets.

Beyond that wall raged lightning, thunder, fierce wind, and torrential rain. Any one of these elements could be lethal.

In this moment, she was transported back to the mountain where she'd been tied up by kidnappers, with rain pouring over her, the same icy assault.

Sarah sat cross-legged, covering her legs with a blanket.

Her world had narrowed to just this cold. She had resigned herself to staying awake all night to fight the chill.

Yet in the long wait, the sound of rain became a powerful sleep aid.

In that darkness, with the light bulb still on, Sarah fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Sarah woke up freezing. Despite having piled all the blankets on herself, the moisture from the storm had soaked into the bedding, making it damp.