Summer storms, Oil on Canvas, 51 x 76 cm

They said he was a summer storm. Warm and calm but crackling with a chaos beneath waiting to break freeAs the wet wind blows and the melancholy tone of the thunder on the horizon rumbles. The sky weeps for a brief moment before returning to its original resolute state, and with with most things made of a desperate Energy, it will be gone soon. The smell of petrichor permeates the air while a hot breeze flows through a quiet town the world holds its breath in a silent anticipation for what is about to happen.