Pareidolia thoughts

The clouds opened wide and rain came pelting down in torrential.

Every drop felt like a gunshot – displaced anger recklessly aimed at all in its path.

Fear hit me like the whipping branches waving manically outside.

His veins had pop from gripping the steering wheel with such tenacity.

There was no turning back. The tumultous wave beckoning us in psychedelic motion.

I thought it ironic how the blue ocean burned my lungs, as if on fire.

That was the last thought in my head.

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