My bedroom window is open, beckoning the scent of summer rain to fill the room. I hear scary noises and crying coming from outside my door. I try to concentrate on the melodic orchestra drizzling on outside my window, but the noises are dissonant instruments played by inexperienced musicians trying their best to blend in.

I push away my Superman-themed sheets and climb to the floor. I open the door, afraid of what I will find and sigh in relief as I see the two people that love me most standing in the hallway. But I catch my breath. Crimson tears stream down my mother's face. My father's hand is clenched. "What is he holding?" They stare at me in silence, and I suddenly understand that this is my fault.

Tiny wet assailants tickle my face, and I awaken from this cruel spell of remembrance. I roll up my car window and look over to my sleeping son in the passenger seat. He sighs contently as we drive through the summer rain.