“The monsoon rains came the next day, with flooding of the front porch and the house staff frantically closing the windows. The house was old and shuddered with the force of the rainfall. The roof creaked alarmingly. When I was younger, it sounded like the end of the world. Even now, the thunder and lightning still made me to jump.
Mat rushed about, trying to keep the water from seeping through the delicate floorboards. His beloved garden was soaked through. He shrugged though. At least, he told me with a laugh, we could predict weather patterns.”