the soothing mellowness and absence of the most laser-like glares signal for quickened heartbeats to take a breather. take the brightness level down a couple notches, and there you are, in the most comforting of dimly lit paradises. the pitter pattering of rain bouncing off your window sills come with such regularity that your thoughts begin dancing to the imaginary beat. how rarely are you blessed with the perfect time and place for peaceful slumber among a haven of fluffed sheets and pillows?
on the flip side of your celestial peace, your inner being feels threatened by the ogre that so conveniently reveals itself in the see-through disguise of phantom storms. what peace is there to speak of? there is nothing less soothing than the devilish rhythm of resounding thunder reverberating through your house. each large decibel more malevolent than the next. they bounce off the walls with such a vengeance, you duck furiously to get out of the way 'lest you get struck by the invisible demons. it is no safer indoors than it is outdoors. the rain plummets down like glass shards ready to strike every stubborn rebel who dares set foot outside. they come for you through any medium available, haunting your senses till you brink on insanity.