"I sit in my trustworthy evening chair, one leg slightly over the other, I look out into the grey lightning ravaged sky as I put on a slight grin. I lift up my glass of whiskey and swirl it around as I acknowledge and appreciate the gentle warmth of my fireplace heating my goosebump'd legs. I take a small sip and glance through the window again, the rain pelting harder than before. I wonder when the sun will decide to show itself around here... But then I realize.. I don't want it to."