“What a strange rain,” the girl said, holding out her hand. The first scarlet drop landed on her tiny palm, then another, and another, and suddenly, the rain turned red. The smell of copper filled her nostrils, and the raindrops became heavy and evil. The girl was being held in her father’s strong arms before she even knew what was happening. Pale and wide-eyed, he ran with her into the house. “Daddy, what’s going on?” The little girl screamed.”
