part of a story

As he stands there, he knows it’s raining but he doesn’t feel the cold drops as they hit him. The heat is radiating off his skin, a guttoral roar is emanating from deep within him, his eyes blaze with anger, his face is drawn tight as he glares into the sky. He wills his lifeforce to reach up like giant hands to pry apart the purple storm clouds so rays of sunlight can pour over the lifeless body of his lover that lays at his feet . . . but nothing