'Finding Warmth in a Cold Wet World' by Nina Miller

Divya swept mud from the hearth, the waterlogged clumps sticking to her broom. Her hair, still wet from constant rain, hung limp with drooping curls. Striking a damp match that flickered like fireflies, she eventually set the kindling alight. She heard the growling wind in the chimney’s flue as the growing heat of the flames sent the chill that had settled into her bones far, far away.