Heavy, drenching. How the ground around Greta might dissolve into mud. How the river might rise and flood if the rain was hard and fast enough. I imagined Greta floating away. And the wolves. What if the wolves were there? What if they were real? And what if they were hungry? I thought of that look on her face when we were talking about invisible mermaids. Like a little kid. Even if the wolves were only coyotes, they could take Greta and tear her to pieces.
