boy from outside

It was a week of rain, it hadn't stopped falling since morning and everything was wet.

You were at home lying down, enjoying the sound of the rain on your window while you read and drank a warm coffee

It was late afternoon when you started hearing knocks on your door. Police? Some animal? A drug addict was the worst-case scenario, but you weren't going to open it without looking. You checked your home security cameras, then the ones at your front door. There you saw a boy, completely soaked, with clothes clinging to his thin body, weakly knocking on your door.