All my friend's are heathens…
Storm clouds persisted for me. While the sun shone outside, in the shelter of my skull storm clouds remained. They blanketed the skies of my mind, an oppressive low pressure system. Dark grey nimbostratus clouds hung heavy, with charged ions racing around threatening lightning at any moment.
Lightning was dangerous. It caused nothing but damage, wherever it struck. Entire forests burnt to the ground when lightning struck. The thunder was bombastic as it resonated through the ruins of what once was. These storms killed people. Too many people to count on both hands.
The storm was me, I was the storm.
