Mayday

You wake up in the middle of the night to the pitter-patter of rain against your bedroom window. Pale moonlight filters in through the blinds, obscured by the rainclouds above. Your throat is dry as a desert— probably the reason you woke up. You climb out of bed and trudge to the kitchen for a glass of water, only for the lights to suddenly flicker off as you grab a glass. A sick feeling creeps up your gut as you flip the lightswitch to no avail. A knock at the window draws your attention, and...