First there is a storm

After a hasty family dinner, my parents go out celebrating a friend's birthday. Danny is already in his room sleeping for half an hour, when I climb out of my window with Stella in my hand. The temperature has dropped significantly and on the horizon, illuminated by the last light of the already sunken sun, I can see dark clouds. The dry heat of the last days has finally produced a nice thunderstorm and it's on its way to us. The rain is still about an hour away, but the air is already cool and humid. My fingers start their work without much thinking and soon I'm playing some melodies that I can't get out of my head. Danny's room is on the other side of the room, so I don't have to worry to keep him up. With every minute the wind gets stronger.

I realize how long I've been up on the roof, when the first raindrops fall on my skin. Tilting my head back, I look into the sky and wait a second. Another dozen drops land on my face and I cherish the cool feeling on my skin. In seconds the intensity increases and the rain pours down on me. Quickly I climb back inside, close the window and put Stella back. The rain is pushed against the windows by the high winds and I go from room to room to close all the windows. When I'm done I go into the living room and prepare myself for a relaxing evening in front of the TV.

Half an hour later the doorbell rips me out of a fairly interesting movie. Curious about who is on the move in this weather I walk to the door and open it.