bitboydz2

When I was younger, I used to get really upset when it rains in my town. People were running…clouds that blanketed the sky desaturated everything underneath it. It would always start off with a thunder, with a sound like a smoker's attempted cough. Twisted and violent. And then came the colored wind. Sometimes it's golden, other times scarlet, but mostly a sickening yellowish gray, taking its color from the sandstorm that roams to my humble hometown of Tianjin from the mighty Mongolia. Finally, the rain started to fall. At first drop by drop. A dog baring its teeth before attacking. Too cautious to go all over its prey. Then when the st