I peer around before throwing the hood of my jacket over my head. As I take the usual walk home, I find myself listening to the sound of leaves rustling as the wind blows between them. The trees begin to sway more aggressively; strands of my hair escaping from beneath my hood and swinging wildly over my face. I put my hands in my pocket for warmth, noticing a sudden chill in the breeze. The familiar smell of rain catches my attention and I take a deep breath in. A rumbling erupts from above almost at the same moment I twist my house key into the front door. The sound of droplets on the roof grow louder as a darker hue seems to fill the living room. Closing the door behind me, I remove my jacket and let out a sigh of relief, thankful I made it home in time.