Lizzie looked out the window, her spirits drowned with the pouring rain outside...

She had hoped to be able to get out of the house for a while, maybe go for a run down the road. Lizzie loved running at home, in the country, where everything was peaceful and there always seemed to be something interesting to look at. For three days she had been stuck inside with a swarm of relatives that just never seemed to leave. Couldn't they see that they just all needed some space, that they just all needed to be alone for a while? Sure, Grandma Smith and Aunt Jane meant well, but they didn't understand their need to process grief alone for a while. Lizzie's mom had been sick for a long time, so it wasn't unexpected. Lizzie and her dad had time to prepare and to plan, but the reality of Mom's absence was setting in. This rain just didn't help much either.