Woke up and wished that I was dead with an aching in my head.

I'm shaking like a child.

Stormy.

Thunder rumbles in the distance -- a quiet but fierce power. The trees are restless.

A flash of light illuminates hidden secrets in the flora. Foxfire dances in and out of the shadows.

And with a crack, the sky opens wide and spits out a deluge. Drop upon drop upon drop...
Streets fill with water. Drains overflow. Flowering trees are shattered and crash to the ground. Gale force winds buffet the flowers who were brave enough to venture forth. Should have stayed underground.

and not a ghost in sight