The never here storm in And here we go.

A distant thunder, and cold air slowly rustles through the curtains, the old window creaks a little and the sky dims down to a darker shade and stays gray.
Terrifying sound of torrential downpour far away seems to get closer and closer when you look away, but when you stare right into it, that thunder and lightening seems static, far away and immovable.
It gets louder when I’m not looking, it seems apathic when I do.
I keep waiting for the storm to hit, get closer with a monstrous rage and pour down heavy and angry.
I want the thunder and lightening to be a blight.
I go to sleep wondering if I will be awoken by the sound of thunder and rain drops hitting my window.
It never happens.
I close my eyes and the song starts to play again, on repeat, only the first few notes, ever progressing any further. Yet its soothing and feels like I’m about to welcome change but I drift off into a deep slumber.
The dreams are even more vivid, more alive and make the whole concept of being alive in the waking world miserable in comparison.