It's raining in earnest now. I can clearly hear the steady patter of droplets hitting my roof and window. They stop for a moment and then slowly crescendo into a roar. Occasionally lightning strikes and illuminates my still dark room, competing with the glow of the screen. The rain seems softer now but perhaps that's because the air just turned on. The wind makes a mournful whistling sound as it ricochets off my window. Thunder follows the lightning and sounds oddly like the rumbling of a beast's empty stomach.
