“He could tell a storm was coming, he smelt it in the air and saw it in the way the clouds moved. He relished the rain to come; it had a purity about it as if it could wash away all his doubts, all his intentions and quell his sense of guilt when hard choices had to be made.”

“He could tell a storm was coming, he smelt it in the air and saw it in the way the clouds moved. He relished the rain to come; it had a purity about it as if it could wash away all his doubts, all his intentions and quell his sense of guilt when hard choices had to be made.”

— Tony Debajo