It seems the sky has darkened since you arrived; the storm clouds now host a range of violent colours, ranging from purple to red to black. It’s not the storm that scares you, but what it means. You were once told by your mother that when a storm comes, it brings with it a destruction that you cannot escape, an inevitable tragedy or burden that will find you and beat you and tear you apart.

The last time you were caught in a storm your best friend died.