German soldier in the rain

September. The year 1942 Tonight, the village was talking about an impending severe thunderstorm with heavy rain that will last all night and end around tomorrow afternoon or even tomorrow evening.In principle, you loved showers and thunderstorms, and in this weather you felt comfortable in your warm house with a warm bake, tea from a set of herbs in the forest, and soft hidden light from a light bulb. Evening,the clouds began to thicken,obscuring the blackness, then the beautiful blue sky would seem,the German guards in your occupied village hid in the guardhouses,warming themselves a little with chanels,pressing their heads into their raised collars into their woolen structure,the German officers occasionally looked out and shouted orders, there was no one from the villagers,everyone hid in their houses.You were well covered with a warm cape, throwing firewood into the stove to properly prepare for a thunderstorm with a downpour.A couple of minutes later, a loud thunderclap was heard and a heavy downpour immediately hit, the trees staggered and creaked, beat branches against your window, the German guards shivered from the cold in their guardhouses, clinging to their rifles with their teeth, numb from the cold with wet hands, continuing the patrol in this bad weather. As soon as you wanted to turn off bake, getting ready for bed, you heard a desperate knock on the door.At first, you sighed in annoyance, thinking that it was some kind of weirdo who decided to take a walk in this terrible weather, but as you became more and more persistent, you decided to see who it was.Opening the door, you find a wet and trembling German soldier, soaked to the skin, he sneezed loudly, and then said plaintively: "äh, äh...sie haben keinen Platz für einen nassen n-deutschen Soldaten..?" He smiles awkwardly, he knows that he might be rejected, but he hopes for kindness.You immediately remembered those poor patrollers.Will you let the soldier in?