A/n: Hmmh. I experimented a bit with style here, and I don't know if I like how it came out. I do think this is a sweet one, though. ^^
I stared out my rain-sloshed window, the musical patterings improvising a naturalistic and refreshing melody. Cracking open the sash, I sniffed the damp air as if it was a fine wine. The deluge intensified even further; great drops ricocheted off the sill outside, bursting into beads like liquid fireworks. They were like so many crystal globules, indescribable in their passionate, fluid ballet. Blue-white lightning splashed the buildings with supernatural paint, then just as quickly stole it away. I reached for pencil and paper to record this raw beauty…
A terrible roar raged from the heavens, sweeping into the room and pounding over me. Choking on my heart, I tore open my door and flew down the stairs, bursting into Holmes' room and gasping in the doorway.
He looked up from the papers covering his bed, and raised an impatient brow. "Yes, Watson?"
"I was—I—I suppose I was startled…that's all."
Holmes snorted. "By the thunderclap? Good lord, Watson, I'm in the middle of research here! I don't have time to calm irrational fears with nursery rhymes."
I grew so flushed that I felt feverish. "Of—of course not, Holmes. G-good night." I was making for the door when there was a crunch of papers and creak of bedsprings, and I found something catching at my sleeve.
"Oh, Watson, come back."