after three days of searing sunlight, the afternoon sky rumbled and briefly faded to black before settling on a dusky charcoal. the ensuing downpour was to be expected, but i sat up and took notice when i recognized the clattering din of hail.

even though my bedroom windows don’t offer much in the way of scenery, i’ve been glued to my windowsill nook for the past hour, watching the weather pummel my back alley vista. for some reason, this song feels like the perfect backing track.