Some things

pg 26 - 2. The thunder roared and the wind felt like needles against my skin. Rain drops splashed into puddles on the sidewalk and felt cool on against my wind burnt face. The air smelled like violence and the taste of stale water was on my lips. The constant drone of the rain against pavement blared in my soaking head. I made my way to the door, graping the cold, wet steal knob in my saturated hand and entering the warm of the house and exiting the madness outside.