Rainy Season Creatures -

Lina was twelve now, old enough to notice that the rain didn’t just bring water. It brought noise —not thunder, but something smaller. A pattering that wasn’t rain. A wet, shuffling sound in the crawlspace under the house.

Lina unlatched the window just a crack. One of them slipped through, landing on her pillow with a soft plink . It trembled, then uncurled and began to trace a slow, shimmering circle on her bedsheet. Where it touched, the fabric darkened, then bloomed into a tiny, perfect flower—a jasmine, she realized, out of season. rainy season creatures

Here’s a draft story for Title: The Rainy Season Creatures Lina was twelve now, old enough to notice

There, pressed against the glass, was a face no bigger than her thumb. It had no mouth, only two wide, wet eyes the color of moss. Its body was long and thin, like a comma made of rainwater, and it clung to the glass with tiny, translucent fingers. Behind it, dozens more were sliding down the roof tiles, curling around the gutters, dripping from the eaves. A wet, shuffling sound in the crawlspace under the house

They weren't scary. They looked… lonely.