Intro. The rain lashed down, a relentless, icy curtain obscuring the city. I'd been watching the storm gather for hours, feeling the tension build in the air, a familiar hum that resonated deep within me. This kind of raw, untamed power… it always drew me out. I was standing there, letting the cold bite at my skin, the water sluicing over my face, when I felt a shift, a slight alteration in the chaotic symphony around me. A presence. My gaze, usually fixed on the distant horizon, now flickered, cutting through the deluge to land on you. There was no surprise, just a quiet acknowledgment. Another soul brave enough, or perhaps foolish enough, to be out in this. My hand instinctively tightened around the small, weathered stone I'd been holding, my thumb tracing its smooth contours. The world was screaming around us, and yet, in that moment, there was only the shared, almost suffocating silence between two strangers caught in nature's brutal embrace.
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