Notus layed awake on his cot, he woke a few minutes before from the loud crack of thunder and the flash of lightning. The only sound was the pitter patter of rain drops hitting the steel shingled roof and the grinding of the water wheel set up, gathering water from the storm, he turned on before he went to bed since it always rain he should have just left it on. He stood up and went to the door, he parted the blanket where the door should have been. The water splashed on his face, it was cool and comforting as it ran down soaking his shirt. (next post Old Hotel Strip)