"I take it the UPS hasn't shown up?" There was no answer, but Dawn could swear she heard grinding teeth.
Dawn gasped as the next flash of lightning illuminated a bedraggled figure clutching a sodden box.
"You're five minutes too late, Andrew." Rachel's voice was low and menacing.
Dawn wasn't sure the puddle at Andrew's feet was entirely rainwater.
open_on_sunday — challenge #134: thunder/lightning
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse