The warm summer air felt heavy, heavy with the promise of a thunderstorm.

Wind chimes played melodies through the breeze, each note more haunting than the last.

The humidity thickened, and my hair began to curl in response. All the loose strands growing shorter.

I breathed in the sharp scent of ozone, signaling the approaching storm.

In that moment, it felt as if the air held its breath, waiting to hear for the first crack of thunder.

I could feel the adrenaline surge through my veins.

The thunder storm was coming, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.