C39 The Mist Began to Rise

"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter..."

Chen Hao walked to the window, silently watching the torrential rain outside. Raindrops, large as coins, pelted the glass relentlessly.

The glass, previously only slightly ajar, now rattled noisily, the sound grating on the nerves.

Further afield, in the vegetable garden of the farmhouse, green garlic shoots and cucumbers climbing on trellises thrived