The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games, #1)

by Suzanne Collins

Somewhere during my shift, the rain stops not gradually but all at once. The downpour ends and there’s only the residual drippings of water from branches, the rush of the now overflowing stream below us. A full, beautiful moon emerges, and even without the glasses I can see outside.

Beautiful lines and my dream place to be.. Forest, flowing water and moon..