The rain started falling a little past eight in the evening.
Jasmine Yale was watching TV when suddenly she heard a gust of wind shake the windows.
Soon, the rain came pouring down from the sky, pattering against the windows.
The rain was heavy, and streams of water quickly formed on the clear glass, meandering their way down.
Jasmine looked up, gazing outside.
The night sky was low, with only the lights from the street lamps diffusing through the rain.
It was raining.
Jasmine held her phone, wanting to call Sylvan Cheney again but fearing he might find her bothersome.
She could only fidget with her phone, her cheek propped on her hand, somewhat distracted.
She got off the bed and walked downstairs.
"Miss Yale, why have you come downstairs?" Butler Santana was still cleaning the living room.
"I came down to wait for him."
"Oh, just be careful not to catch a cold, Miss Yale, it's raining outside."
"I know." Jasmine nodded, "I'm going to the kitchen to make some milk."
