Story 2 - Rain

this story is set in the same world as the first one in the challenge

I lay awake in the middle of the night, the light on my nightstand just bright enough to read.

My book rested in my lap, though, I was too busy staring at the battered ceiling above me, worried the torrential rain would hammer through the thatched roof and drench my bed.

I stared at the book, and wondered if it had some spells to save the cottage.

I checked the index, but couldn't find anything about rain. I said to the ceilin, in my sternest voice. The book told me on the first page that I should always speak with clear intent. "Rain. Enough already."

I laughed, closing the book.

I remembered, once again, that I didn't believe in magic, no matter what my aunt's book said.

Magic didn't exist.

I turned around, curling up under the blanket. Just before I fell asleep, I thought I heard the rain stop.

Magic.

Oh no.