The rain beat down, seemingly becoming heavier and heavier each time it struck against the worn stone road Samara traveled on. Her rain boots, rendered just about completely useless from repeated soaking, splashed endlessly forward as she searched for shelter. Of course it had to rain in the middle of her trek. She was on the way to the next village for her sister's wedding, which she knew was still miles away.
Julia simply had to be the adventurous one who moved to some far-off town and then expects her family to visit her when she suddenly gets engaged. Samara was only mildly envious of her sister, since she knew finding the right man took longer than 4 months. She found it to be foolish, tying the knot all willy-nilly like that.
I'm probably just annoyed I have to actually leave the h
