Noelle stared out the window at the rain.  She hated the steady, slow downpour of Kentucky rains and the rising mist they drew from the ground.  She was alternately amazed and disgusted that it could rain this way for hours, bucket after bucket unloading itself.  How could the clouds possibly hold so much rain?  They were heavy with it, their bloated bellies drooping so low she felt they were all around her, suffocating her, not above her, where they should have been. It was June, summertime, so where was the sun? In disgust, she turned away from the dark, rain streaked window.

Excerpt from “The Nugget of Truth”, my book which is coming as soon as I can let go of it…!  I think I can, I think I can…