It hates me.
And it was coming for me.
The power was fluxuating, my doors were slamming and the rain and hail flecked my windows with liquid anger.
And then it killed my phone.
And my internet.
Nature knows I hate it - and it wanted revenge for the plants I've killed, the bushes I've hacked and the flowers I've let die.
It found out my secret.
I'm almost thirty - and I'm scared of the rain - and the dark.