Outside, it's raining. It's been raining since late this morning, ranging from a whispering drizzle of mist to a belligerent thwack of cold and fast-moving drops. No matter where it's been in its transition, the rain has been constant. It has not stopped. Even now, it tap-tap-taps against the glass, its wet breath hissing through the fine-mesh screen in uneven gasps, steaming the edges of the window as the chill outside pushes against the warmth within.