Climatic

The air was metallic, it had the taste of long spilled blood, the smell of copper pennies. A red-eyed sky prowled through bare trees wind-smears sizzled over steel pylons, a galvanic hissing ignited unseen frights. Heat and cold were deranged by magnetic layers of madness, there was a fizzle of white noise in the hedgerows. Fractions of atmosphere separated, flew away. Feral conditions ransacked the horizon. Experts talk of systems and patterns, explanations always come after the land is mauled, hearts wounded. No one saw it leave, it did not move on it moved inward to rattle flesh and bones, it remained as zones of uncertainty while day and night grew weary of each other. After the electric storm cats were found in other parts alive but forever haunted by daylight.