Rain

They stood at the window, Morgan and his son, looking and pointing; some of the shapes moving at the edge of the murk in the rain were familiar and others were new, different, and sometimes terrifying. "It's best to familiarize yourself with what's out there," Morgan said now (as his father had said before him), "but don't leave the house." "Not even if it's someone who looks like they need help?" his son asked, disturbed by the thing that appeared to be waving. "Not even then," Morgan answered quietly. "Most especially then."