Literature
Warmth in Raindrops
The pitter and pattering of rain echoed around Jasmine, not nearly deafening her so much as keeping her awake and from falling into a dangerous slumber. If she did fall asleep, she knew that she may possibly not wake up again..rain was never forgiving to the poor, small dog-girl as it would leave her susceptible to illness.
Cold and wet days never mixed well together.
Her previous human—who left her and her siblings in the box with an "Adopt Me!" sign—was kind enough to put them underneath a tree and lay a towel at the base of their box. Earlier that day, the weather had been exceptionally nice, so they needn't worry about getti