It was the first thunderstorm of the year. The rain was drumming on the roof, pounding it, actually. Sheets of rain poured down, obscuring everything in a deluge of water.
Thunder crashed; it rumbled and it screamed. Lightning flashed; it danced and it pranced in reply.
Inside their house the family grinned as spring boomed in. But, then,
Drip. Drip. Drip. Each drip like a gunshot against the leather chair. Three heads turn, identical in expression.
A leak. The dreaded leak. Feet scurried now- flinging open cabinets and fetching pots, snagging towels and taking pictures.
The first spring rain is not so fun when the rain has stopped everywhere but inside your home.