SANGXFROID.

A HALF-SMILE weaves across his features, simple & calm. the night sky is clouded with the storm clouds, the moon hidden beneath the shroud. he hears the pitter patter, the clamour of thunder & clapping all at once.

          ❛     ━━━ that is a question, is it not ?
            & yet – the earth welcomes your gift greedily.    ❜

         ‘ … i suppose somewhere, a farmer is happy he won’t have to water his crops. ‘

sarcasm drips from her mouth, pale lips parting in a sigh. at least the earth beneath her was grateful for her unfortunate gift. if only she had been granted the power of anything other than storms. even snowfall would have been better than the cruel fate she was handed. who liked the rain?