"Me neither."  The man said putting his hands on his hips and going to look out the window.  "They keep me inside, make a mess, and I can't do anything but wait."  He sighed and put a saucer with a cup of tea before each of his guest.  "Thunderstorms always feel like such a waste of time to me."  He shook his head and frowned.  "Oh!  Where are my manors."  The man laughed.  "The name's Chester, but you can call me Chester."

"It's nice to meet you, Chester."  Jim said, taking the man's hand and shaking it.  "I'm Jim and I've never minded storms.  I love the smell of rain and used to walk my dogs when there was lightning.  I don't know, but I've always felt so free.  I always imagined nothing bad could happen while there was a storm because one divine source was fighting another so they were too busy to notice anybody down here."

There was another flash of lightning.  This time the thunder took half the time and shook the house harder.