In the beginning there was nothing. Empty blackness loomed through glass-packed windowpanes. Formless shapes made shadows in the gray. Then there was rain.
Howling wind sent tree-branches tap-tapping on the glass, while thunder rolled and lightning lit the sky. Small errant spider slipped inside, sliding on dripped condensation. Then little boy, round-eyed, afraid, stared scared at his reflection, frightened of storms. He heard the fluttering canary splutter its song; rattle of cat-claws, sharp-honed danger raking against its cage. Then, pad-pad-padding, tiny kitten mewled and lay in his lap.
In the end, small mammal comforted small man. Mom closed the blinds.