The clouds formed fluffy balls of cotton candy that drifted across the pale blue sky. To the east they turned dark, with lightning threatening to escape. The air smelled damp, and the birds had all fled to their homes in the trees. As the first drops began to fall, the lightning struck, and the thunder rolled in great circles above their heads. Storm tilted his giant head and glared at me. His dark green eyes questioned my movements. I wouldn't blame him, to be honest. My judgment lately wasn't as good as usual, especially since the crash.
The 21st of January
Fantasy · nzciaramclellan
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