The atmosphere was mysterious and alluring today.
A deep rusty red hue snaked in an undulating pattern around the perimeter of the dome we call sky.
Off in the distance, lightning throbbed from deep within a dense cloud.
I envisaged a mad scientist who’d barricaded himself entrenched within the vapor, zapping together a shockingly warped experiment, which would surely run rampant across the planet and destroy all of humanity once it was released from the chains that bound him within his cocoon.
The thunder was not the symptom of fierce weather but instead the monsters grumbling growl and the lightning was the pulsing energy of wicked life that coursed through its reptilian veins.