Mad World

Raindrops coursed in miniature rivers down the window pane, each drop holding a distorted reflection of the world before succumbing to gravity, collecting in a growing pool on the ledge. Florida locals had been surprised to wake up and see the normally clear skies clouded over with thick gray pillows bursting at the seams with moisture. The humidity had rocketed as the first drops fell, but lessened when the rain persisted and fell hard and steady, drumming on rooftops, tapping on windows. Occasionally a thunderclap sounded, followed by lightning. Palm branches hissed as they brushed together in the wind, the sound nearly drown out by waves pounding the shore outside the mansion, completing nature's symphony.