Clark Lost His Powers

Splash, splash. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and rain poured down in torrents, turning the Farms' green lawn into a muddy mess. Jonathan, Martha, and David sat in the warm house, drinking hot tea. Raindrops the size of beans battered the windows, crackling loudly. "Why isn't Clark back yet?" Holding a steaming cup of black tea, Martha glanced outside in confusion. "I saw Chloe call him away." After taking a sip of tea, David spoke. "Maybe he's helping Chloe proofread." Jonathan worried about his eldest son's safety.