The Day When the Rain Never Fell

Sam stepped outside his girlfriend's house with a blue face. It turned red of anger when he felt the cold wind bringing the dark clouds with sharp teeth, ready to bite his unprotected arms. He couldn't go back inside, she was in one of her killing spree moods. With resignation he started running through the almost rainny battlefield until the car, two blocks away. But the rain didn't fall.

Jenny was boiling water with lavender flowers floating. The smell of the spell was twinkling on her earring just like a drop of rain licks a face when it falls on the tear zone. When she looked at the window, she saw her own reflex. Unfortunately it was not a drop of rain slipping, by coincidence, through the tear zone of the reflex...