I Remember...

The familiar sound of rainfall Splish-splashing on my slated roof flooded my head with memories as I lay awake in darkness. I remember similar nights as a child: just before the rain the pungent odor of ozone followed by a gentle drumming of raindrops pitter pattering convinced that its sound protected me from the dreaded boogieman who seemingly lurked unobserved. I remember pleading with god begging Him not to stop the rain