A storm destroys your uncle's shed and kills his six-year0old son. Describe the colour of the sky right before the storm hit.

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche famously said; "If you look long enough into the void the void begins to look back through you." and so it was when I looked into the darkness of the oncoming storm. As I stared into its blackening heart it drew me in. Its promise of destruction lay heavy in the crackling air around me. It was not something that could be outrun and bunkering down and praying to a hundred non-existent Gods was the only thing to try.