I want it to rain.
I want it to pour. For the heavens to open and release a thousand tiny bullets to rain down on me.
I want thunder. The crash of the gods, screaming at my window.
I want it to cascade down on the rooftops so that the noise fills my head. Smashing down on the concrete with the power of an army.
I want lightning. The sudden unexpected flash illuminating this dank room. Shining light on my world.
I want the pressure of suspense to suffocate me. Crush me until there is no oxygen left.
I want a storm.
Maybe then I’ll be free.
Smile…it won’t hurt you 🙂