First draft (6)

The rains came heavy that night, the dull roar and the pained wind
covering whatever mischief was outside his room. Awakened after
midnight by the boom of thunder, he soon saw his troubled reflection
in the window with the flash of lightning which (preluded) another
crash. He had a feeling he wouldn’t but for dreams see the (foreboder)
again and that if he were to venture about the place now that the
tormentors would have vanished. The candle in his palsied hand
licked and (guttered). He imagined his family tucked in and adrift
upon dreams. Soon they would be reunited and this damned episode
would be done. The door creaked (when it never before had) and the
rushing rain seemed to gather to a swallowing tide.