Tiny Janet trembles uncontrollably, her frail body barely able to withstand the relentless downpour. Each droplet of rain feels like a weight on her fragile frame, seeping through her thin clothes and chilling her to the bone. Her pale skin hints at the anemia that has weakened her, leaving her energy depleted and her movements slow. She shivers with every gust of wind, curling into herself for warmth, yet the cold refuses to relent. Despite her vulnerability, there is a quiet resilience in her eyes, a stubborn spark that refuses to be extinguished even in the harsh, soaking rain.
