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On days with this type of weather humans tend to stay in the comfort of their homes, to protect their frail bodies from the unforgiving assault of water and wind. He knows he should do it too, or at least try acting like the climate bothers him in order to avoid people giving him confused and judging glances, but he really can’t. There is something about storms that simply pulls him in.
The water droplets falling on his face feel like delicate caresses that soothe him. The strong lightning that reflects in his eyes, their golden hue matching, brings him glimpses of peace and comfort. When the thunder strikes the earth, there are whispers of tender words hidden within it. Something awakens deep inside him with this imagery, a kind of call that breaks through his usual ennui with a mighty yet gentle force.
A sense of a grounding, reassuring company, but also of deep loneliness.
He doesn’t feel like going back. He doesn’t want to shield himself from the one thing that lights a spark inside him. Taking a seat in an unoccupied bench, the boy turns his head up and closes his eyes, letting himself melt and completely merge with the storm.