Outside, outside!
The right woman will make you forget all your troubles.
Outside, outside! The storm rages on.Purple talons, raking the stars and tearing thenight sky asunder! The low inhuman rumble thatinevitably follows is a sign that the beast has notbeen satisfied yet. The steady drone of rain, unpredictable, erratic,random yet certain. It swells and dips, sometimesa murmur, sometimes a scream as loud as the regalbeast it gives way to. No rhyme, no reason, a forceof nature that can not be...