He heard the gentle wind as it entered through a window and brushed his cheek on its way to silence. Unlike most, he kept the window open just enough to let in a mist, which led to a shower. He sat and watched as trees bent, leaves dropped, and the sound of thunder startled him for a brief moment. He was a patient man, waiting for the sky to open, throwing bolts of lightning all around him. The best show in town, he said to himself, as the storm got closer and the rain snuck under the cracked window and into the cat's bed, who ran for cover under the couch. It was upon him now, the winds howling and blowing the old swingset down the block. The rain came down sideways, beating on the tin roof and sounding very much like a 12-gauge shotgun. Ear-shattering thunder and arrows of fire from the sky hitting their mark on a tree hed planted decades ago, now a burning testimony of the power unleashed by nature's fury. Then an eerie silence came in through the window, unfelt but a warning of things to come. He quickly got up and made a bag of popcorn, then returned to his seat and waited for the show to continue.
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