I stand by the window and attempt to process every single rain drop as though they’re each a delicate little memory, desperate to avoid being swallowed up by the next drop of water. Each one, clamouring to be recognised and validated. Each one, fighting for survival. A socially awkward man, too terrified to leave his house due to the rain that he is convinced will kill him, spends his days staring out at the desolate and empty world outside. Unable to remember the last time he spoke to or even saw another person, he is unsatisfied but comfortable in this repetitive and boring isolation. Despite this, he can’t help but wonder if there is more to life than this. This all changes when a storm starts to brew, and he is visited by a stranger who seems to know more about him and his past than he does. This is of course impossible. Nobody else is outside...right? The man’s morals, his memory, and even his sanity is tested as he is forced to question whether it’s safer inside the house or if he’s better off outside in the rain.