The Boy Who Played With Lightning
Nov 2 · 3 min read
There was a powerful electrical storm the night he was born.
The kind that they warn you about. One where gravel sticks to your shoes, and you most definitely don’t want to be caught outside.
The kind where there is a few moments of absolute silence, and then the skies open and drench the world. The winds roared, twisting limbs of trees and shattering trunks.


