It was raining, pattering against the small bus' windows, and the bus driver kept the wipers moving steadily.
The bus driver narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the rain, but it was becoming quite difficult, and it didn't help that the road was becoming as slippery as ice.
"Are we there soon?" Fang Raon walked to the front of the bus and asked the driver. "We should've been there already."
"Soon, soon," the bus driver said. "This weather has slowed us down, but I will get you there, don't worry."
Fang Raon nodded and sat behind the bus driver's seat and looked out of the window towards the fields that were passing by.
The fields were full of wildflowers being attacked by the falling rain. It was getting quite dark outside. The sky was blanketed with black clouds. It looked as though a storm was coming.
"Mm…" Anna massaged her head with an uncomfortable look. "I feel like thunder is coming."
