The Shattered// E.D G.D

It rains and rains and pours

<Somebody- Kings of Leon>

Someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody

<Chase Atlantic- Falling >

Screeching off with no names
She said, "Watch this"
With her hands in the rain
Call it conflict, as you should
And you ain't gonna stop this, stop it

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I NEVER REALLY LIKED RAIN, it's loud and scary and it's always threatening into dangerous territory of hurricanes. Thunder is basically just sounds of pans hitting each other, and may I say, Mother Nature loves to bang pans together and slap her hand across someone's skin when lightning strikes. It's noisy and for what reason?

I don't understand how some people fall asleep to the sound of rain. I'm always on alert if I hear rain, it makes me question if the water will drip into my house, or I'll get soaked, rethinking possibilities of a hurricane washing out my family and I.

The only reason why I'm not totally opposed to it is because it gives the flowers water. If it didn't replenish the plants in the ground, then rain would be pointless and even more annoying. I love flowers, they're so delicate and wonderful to admire and look at.

Back in the summer time, I had a little garden growing in my backyard. I used to go out and sit by my Tulips in the dirt and watch them do nothing but sway in the soft wind.

"What the hell?" Grayson spoke, bringing me from my thoughts as I glanced to my left to see Grayson looking into his rear view mirror and frowning.

We hadn't spoke in the car for the past twenty minutes. It was silent, other than the constant pounding rain outside that splashed and blew against the vehicle. Every now and then, I jumped and flinched when the wind howled and it sounded like rocks were being thrown at the car window.

I had been zoned out, I forgot to worry about the roads. In front of us was blurry, you could hardly tell which side of the road we were on from the harsh weather.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, not really wanting the answer. My quest searching for Ethan seemed to have been pushed aside for now, my worries about our safety is my biggest concern for now. We should just turn around and drive back to the diner and search for Ethan later.

Twisting around, I glanced behind us and saw the roads were even more flooded and seemed to be more difficult to drive through—there's no way we could go to the diner, even if we tried.

"The tire popped I think." He grumbled, pushing harder on the gas peddle, but the Jeep started to make odd noises and move slower and then the jerky movements told me it was more than just a popped tire.

"Shit." Grayson cursed, stomping on the peddle harder and the Jeep refused to move. Sighing loudly, he leaned his head on the wheel. "This couldn't get any worse," he muttered.

Great. The Jeep isn't working and we're stuck in a flooded road in the middle of an on-coming hurricane.

Then, the car turned off by itself. The lights flickered and shut off, as well as the radio and A.C. "I stand corrected," he growled, sitting back and up and slapping the wheel with the heel of his hand more than needed.