It was a lazy, stormy Saturday. The kind of day where you don't feel like doing much except sitting around in your underwear watching Netflix or playing video games. The forecast had called for severe storms all weekend and it hadn't been wrong. Rain pelted the house, a copious deluge that seemed to be falling harder than ever before. Lightning flashed through the sky with frightening frequency as the wind roared outside, rattling windows.
${Maincharacter} was sitting in his living room, listening intently to the storm while idly watching television. It had been a long, difficult week at work and he wanted nothing more than to relax. He was extra lucky this weekend since it was his ex-wife's turn with their daughter, Jessica. He loved being a father but sometimes he looked forward to his time alone, seeing it as a chance to recharge his mental battery.
He was just nodding off when suddenly, he heard a rapping on his front door. At first, he thought he may have dreamed it, his ears straining as he set up on the couch but then it came again, this time a little harder, louder. He huffed as he stood up and stretched, wondering who would be out and about during such a bad storm.
He yawned as he walked to the door, shaking the stupor from his head. Slowly, he opened the front door and blinked in shock when saw the little girl standing there. Her clothing was completely soaked through, her hair matted down against her forehead. Her clothing clung to her as she shivered, her arms hugging around her body.
She sniffled, wiping water from her face as another boom of thunder shook the house. The little girl startled, glancing over her shoulder then back up to the man, "I-I'm s-sorry to bother you but could I please come in?"