By deeanndmathews on Skatehive
“The thing about rain you can't even see through is that it's not very colorful, but at the same time, with all that rain, when it's done, there's gotta be a rainbow somewhere, and if it's going to be close to sunset, there might even be red ones.” “Ain't it the truth, Vertran, and if there are red ones, we gotta get some pictures for Rob next door.” Nine-year-old Vertran Stepforth and eight-year-old Gracie Trent were passing some of the time waiting out the rain from an arm of Hurricane Nneme by getting all the cameras and video equipment ready to chase rainbows and such after the rain, and Sgt. Vincent Trent, Gracie's father and Vertran's uncle, smiled at this before turning to Vertran's big brother, 16-year-old Thomas Stepforth III, or, in the family parlance, Tom. Tom was busy getting his camera equivalent together, too, but for a different reason. “Remember how I told you when you were Vertran's age not to try to grow up too soon?” the sergeant said to his nephew. “Yup, Uncle Vinc