Rain

She’d always loved the rain. She liked to watch it fall in waves and hit the floor. She liked to watch the flash of silver as the rain was swept along just above the floor before splashing on the ground. Bree is an old child, not yet a woman. She lives with her fair share of life's cruelty's and longs for freedom like the rain. With her stepmother pushing her into prostitution in order to pay for her rent, and for her fathers medical bills, will Bree ever find the freedom she longs for?