Scaramuccia

It's quite a rainy night, Drops fall heavily on the roofs, But the moon doesn't hide its presence, It looks brighter than usual

You live in a private house, somewhere outside the city, You hear the beep of someone ringing your doorbell, You open it, but somehow miraculously there appears a soaking wet Scaramuccia, all wet (except for his head), holding a helmet in his hands. It's your classmate, you know him slightly, but he seems to have run out of gas on his motorcycle (or whatever it is usually like) and he came to ask for help.