I let a few moments pass before I answer the cries. //caption// I see the clouds have assembled today in one big grey spell. Reminds me of a time, back when we stood and spotted shapes in those irregular fluffs of white. I remember the naive fear coursing through my veins at the sound of thunder, too. I remember me, running to the little room adjoining the terrace and locking it behind me. The air, still. I switch on the electric fan and the curtains start flailing. I shut out the splish-splash unforgiving thrashing of the rain drops. The sound of which,is reflected on the window glass.