Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or anything else but this story. Enjoy!
Prologue
Shots of streets, houses and gardens pouring with rain in quick succession.
Jamie: My name is Jamie and I love the rain. At night, the rain taps at your windows, patters on your rooftop and knocks on your door, asking you to come out and play because it is so very very lonely.
Camera zooms into a closed window on the top floor of a house. A young boy, in his pajamas is looking out. The only light in the room is his night light on the bedside table. It's still raining heavily.
Jamie: (voice over) Sometimes I wonder what it wants. Does it just want someone to listen? Because if it does, I am that someone.
A tall woman- Jamie's mother- comes into the room. She ushers him from the window and closes the curtains.
Emma: Come on, Jamie, time for bed.
She tucks him in. He pulls the cover under his chin. She moves to go.
Jamie: Mummy?
Emma: Yes, honey?
Jamie: Will you read me a bedtime story?
Emma: (sighs regretfully) Not tonight, hon. Now go to sleep.
She switches off the night light and exits the room. Jamie does not close his eyes, but instead stares up at the ceiling.
Jamie: (voice over) I can hear the rain. It whispers to me. Can't you hear it too? It talks to me, it wants me to listen. It wants me to come out and play.
Jamie gets out of bed and puts his slippers and dressing gown on. Peeping through the door, he sees that nobody's around, and so he cautiously goes out into the hallway and down the stairs. His parents are watching TV in the sitting room, stiffly sitting on opposite sides of the settee, not facing him. He creeps behind them and goes through the front door into the downpour. Outside he stares up in wonder at the sky, not seeming to notice that he is getting soaked.
Jamie: (voice over) The sky tears itself apart; the lightning versus the thunder, each one terrifying, the rain tearing down to get away. Because that's how I feel now.
Jamie's face falls: he is now frowning up at the sky, his hair and clothes dripping.
Jamie: That's how I've felt ever since... ever since...
A flash of lightning and a peal of thunder and Jamie vanishes.
The rest of the story will be in continuous prose (like normal). I just decided that this bit worked best as a script.