A storm is brewing.
It grows in power and charge,
lightning explodes and strikes the ground.
But that's far away. Far from earshot.
The air grows thick and heavy charged with silence.
Then a few drops of rain but none more, just a hint of what's to come.
The sun fades and clouds, thick and menacing, move like silent killers.
It seems as if I'm the only one to notice.
I am.
Lightning explodes in front of me. Scattering dirt and derbis everywhere, leaving the ground glowing with molten rock.
The air is dense and moist, lightning striking around me a million times a minute.
And I stand helpless in the rain, now beginning to pour.
It's not normal rain. It's red and acidic, burning at my flesh but leaving no wounds.
Pain.
Thunder crashes, lightning slams the earth.
I cry salty tears for someone to help me.
The thunder drowns out my pleas.
Therefore, no one comes.
I fall to my knees and lightning strikes me.
I fall dead in the red acidic rain.
No more pain.
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