in the early morning . 20.03.25

i woke up and i thought the world was ending because the sky was a sickly yellow and i heard deep, guttural booming in the distance. i stumbled to the window and squinted outside, lifting the shade. the sunrise was the colour of piss and there was a shelf of deep grey cloud above it. grains of hail were hitting the window. the thunder rolled again. i fell back into bed, heart still racing. i hoped that the hail wouldn't get any bigger and punch holes in the windshield of my car. i fell back asleep when my heart slowed.