The air is heavy.
Thick with the kind of crushing heat that slows your blood down to a crawl.
I am sitting by the window, watching the sky bruise into shades of deep purple and charcoal, just waiting for the pressure to break.
You can feel the exact moment the sky decides it has had enough.
The sudden, violent shift in the wind, the smell of ozone cutting through the stagnant dust and the distant, low rumble of thunder moving in like a freight train.
I don’t just want the rain, I need the chaos of it.
The absolute certainty that this suffocating heat is about to be torn apart and replaced by a cold, cleansing downpour that resets the entire night.
Hope you're enjoying your weekend.
Dane.
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