LEIGH
The transition of the weather between the period I burst into the building and exited was more strange than the past hours of my day since the sun rose this morning.
People on foot and drivers behind the wheels of their vehicles were hurrying for cover at the thunderous murmurs from the dark cloudy sky. The trees on the street were agitated and barking, whereas batches of birds were chirping high above my head while flapping their wings, heading for their den.
I know from the tempestuous storm and the wind blasting in the air that the rain was about to break anytime soon from the rageful gloaming clouds but I have no interest in seeking asylum. The air out here was breathable compared to the pernicious atmosphere I was breathing into my lungs in the presence of my father and th
