@jim-hcpper liked for a starter.

With the rain beating down on the awning above him, and blocking out any noise outside of the little porch, it was apparent there was no going back from what he’d come here to do—-he wasn’t supposed to be out this late, anyway, and going home soaking wet won’t help him plead his case if his mother were to be up when he got back. So, Mike inhales deeply and regards the door in front of him with as much determination as you can give a slab of wood, before raising his fist and banging his knuckles against it.

  ❝ Chief Hopper? It’s Mike! I—-I have some questions, and I know you’re home! ❞

A short pause, and then he leans a little closer to the door, raising his voice so that it filters through the heavy cascade of rain and the thick wood before him.  

  ❝ You’re not gonna leave me, a vulnerable thirteen-year-old, out here in the dark and the rain, right? ❞