So this is just a short idea of a story that has been swimming around my head for a while, and since it didn't seem as if it would leave me alone any time soon I decided to grow a pair and write a short prologue . I have to warn you it's my first time doing something like this so please tell me what you think.
He didn't always hate the rain. He remembered a time when he was small, well when he was smaller than he is now, he would be ecstatic whenever there was a storm. If it was a storm with plenty of lightning and thunder, then all the better, after all the lightning lit up the sky in the most amazing of colors and the sound of thunder was majestic. It all seemed so incredible to his four year old self. He would always always go to the patio and watch as the sky was lit up in all kinds of different hues. Green, purple, blue and the most amazing shade of fiery red with a tinge of orange mixed in there somewhere. He remembered that each and every time, just when his fingers were starting to get numb, his mother would come take him in his lap and wrap a blanket around their shoulders, and then they would sit there observing as the lightning painted a beautiful myriad of colors across the night sky.
He was content then, happy and he thought life would go on like that forever.
Oh how naïve he was.
So this was like a really really short prologue, the chapters with actual story and plot will be waaaay longer.
Oh yeah any kind of opinion will be appreciated :3