Storm:

Clicked. Something revolted inside of him, something very primal, instinctive. The air was buzzing with electricity under the clouds amassed in great quantities, the godlike grey cover stood as far as the eye can see. The street life was swiftly disappearing. People rushed pacing to get to their shelters, their movements evoked an image of a chaotic frenzy of an ant colony with the first sign of water. Plastic bags in different colours were playing the waltz, moving gently in an elegant fashion as if someone was pulling their strings. They danced around each other, silently , as if ignoring the incoming trouble. Occasionally, a child would stop and look with awe at the aerial ballroom, though it would take only a moment until an elder would pull it, dragging it by the arm towards their refugee. He heard an old men, sitting in front of a small shop, say "It has been quite some time, since the last time I saw such a beauty". His expression was of a young boy, waiting for an already planned mischief to happen, smile intertwined by amazement and terror. Somewhere far away it thundered, after the initial jolt he felt like the sound continued echoing throughout his hollow body.

It left him with a pulsating effect, all of his limbs were awoken in a sync. With the light completely dimmed, the street looked unreal, after all, it has never stormed in this city. This was something new there, and this change brought life with it, he felt alive. His heart beat with pain. Until that moment, he was a shadow of himself, or a mere others projection of himself which he fitted with grace. Though in comparison with the vibrating feeling he was feeling, it all looked as grey as the clouds. All of his inner wishes and wants started to resurface, and in this character came stability. It started to storm.