Click
We have a problem, over

Silence

What is it, over

Silence

Click
We're about to hit a Major **** Storm

Silence

I wait for a response
As silence echoes through my head
And all around the room I'm in

Click
Hello? Over

More silence

You're on your own, over.

I drop the radio in shock
Realization hitting me like a ton of bricks
I stare ahead of me
Jaw dropped
Eyes wide

It approaches me with such force
And speed
It almost feels like I'm running at it
Even though I know I'm staying in one place

The dark clouds
Are a dark purplish gray
With sparks of electricity
Weaving through it
And lashing out at nearby things

I can see the metaphorical storm brewing
As if it were dark clouds with thunder and lightning
And I watch in horror

Part of me wishes it was a real storm
Because with real storms
You know what to do

But I have *no idea what to do
**** is about to get real
It's about to get ugly

I'm preparing myself for everything
That will hit me
In the next two hours
But I have a feeling
That no matter what I do
I'm not going to be ready

Why am I so afraid?
Why am I so scared,
Of a metaphorical storm?

I guess because
In a way
The storm is real
People just can't see it like me
Or maybe they can
I'm not sure

I feel like I'm going to *****
Or have an anxiety attack
Or maybe even both

Because my heart is either pounding too fast
Or not at all
And my stomach
Is twisting in so many ways
That I'm not sure was even possible

The countdown to Hell begins
So wish me luck
As I face the **** Storm
That comes at me with such force