Emily's POV
Damon and I are in the kitchen. He is making me dinner; he says he is making toes; that doesn't sound too good to me, but he seems to like it. I napped right thru when he and I usually go to the lake. I don't know why I was so tired. He says it's not a big deal because it was supposed to start raining in a little while. I'm excited I've never seen rain before; Damon says it's like shower water but from the sky.
"What are you thinking about, Em?" Damon asks, looking up at me.
"Rain. I'm really excited to see what it's like." I admit. "I am a little nervous, though," I whisper.
"Why are you nervous? Rain can't hurt you." He says, looking back up at me from what he is cooking.
"Every time it rained, people would come in and be madder than normal," I say, looking down at my la
