Shelter from the Rain

Shelter from the Rain

By H. Danielle Crabtree

Drew pulled his knees to his chest and tugged his faded black sweatshirt down to cover them. He shivered, drawing his body back as far as he could into the covered doorway. The rain fell heavy tonight instead of the usual drizzle that most Oregonians considered rain. The drops splashed his worn, holey tennis shoes and the ends of his tattered jeans as they rebounded off the pavement. His warm breath came out frozen, crystallizing before dissipating...