one wordstormy summer night and we heard the thunder earlier, then when the rain came, it was sudden, thunder on the aluminium tile roof, so loud i barely heard my feet running over the rattly floor to my bedroom, i barely heard the squeak of the metal frame as I grabbed the louvre pane and pushed it shut. i should have used the handle, the glass pane snapped and i stopped and stared at the blood pumping in spurts from the tip of my finger, the rain suddenly seemed silent and i could hear that blood pumping above everything else...pain?