Chapter 7 When it Rains it Pours_1
When it rains, it pours! Just as Mo Yan and the others had narrowly escaped death, they hardly expected that a heavy rain would start falling soon after. With no place nearby to take shelter, they had no choice but to brave the rain and hurry on their way, hoping to find a place to rest.
After trudging through the rain for nearly two hours, the bedraggled group of four finally found a small cave. Calling it a cave was a bit generous—it was more a spot sheltered from the wind with a large rock overhanging above and flanked by stones on either side, barely enough to keep the rain at bay.
Ravenous, having pushed themselves to travel in the rain, Mo Yan felt incredibly weak. She dropped to the ground, gasping for breath. Her wet clothes clung uncomfortably to her body, and there were no dry clothes to change into in her bundle—fortunately, it being summer, she didn’t feel too cold.
Watching the pitter-patter of the rain dripping off the edge of the large rock, Mo Yan, dizzy with hunger, couldn’t help but cup her hands to catch some water. Without caring whether it was clean or not, she brought it to her lips and took a sip. The water tasted slightly of earth but was surprisingly sweet.
After swallowing a few handfuls, Mo Yan felt her stomach settle somewhat and couldn’t help but drink several more.
Mo Xin and Mo Zhen, also hungry for quite a while, followed their sister’s lead and began to catch and drink the rain. Mo Qingze opened his mouth but couldn’t bring himself to say a word of discouragement.
He had thought that finding a rabbit would allow the children to have a good meal, but they had run into those rogues, and the freshly stewed rabbit meat had been overturned in the skirmish. Having gone a whole day without food, let alone the children, even he, a grown man, was struggling to carry on.
The rain had been falling for over two hours with no sign of stopping, and the frequent thunderclaps seemed to mock his helplessness. Mo Qingze stared into the curtain of rain, feeling utterly hopeless. Had he known that there would be such a severe drought this year, he should have led the children north last year when the floods came. Now, they couldn’t go to Yongcheng, and Jing City was too far. Was God truly cutting off all means of survival for their family?