The wind brushed past the trees, as the rain poured louder upon the leaves. The tapping of the rain, slowly turned into loud knocking. Causing insect to scatter back into the ground, or climb up the tall trees, only to get pushed back down by the forceful breeze.
The forest was occasionally windy, it due to the town that rested near the forest. Most of the time there were many storms there, yet most of the time the forest got the back end of the storms.
It was never anything to worry about, not unless a tornado somehow blew another child across the sky and into the forest again. Then Mr Finete had nothing to worry about.
Mr Finete was the owner of this tall, old...