He sits in the chair, his thoughts racing like the alcohol in his blood. He taps his knee to try and distract himself but it doesn’t work so he takes another drink form his glass and another drag of his cigarette. The alcohol isn’t helping this time and the cigarette is making his head swim, adding to the problem. His hands begin to shake as he stares at the blank wall, it starts out soft at first but soon he can hardly hold his glass. He drains the glass and stares at the bottom of the upturned glass, watching the trickles of alcohol gather in the corner just like the thoughts in his head. He can’t take it anymore, if he doesn’t scream his thoughts out they will never go away and he knows it and it is infuriating him. His grip tightens on the glass and his hand pinches what’s left of the cigarette in half, the cherry falls to the floor unnoticed. In a fury he hurls the glass against the wall, shattering it, and storms outside into the raging storm. He screams out his sorrows, guilt, jealousy, indignation, happiness, joy, and exaltation into the storm but none can hear it over the constant rumbling of thunder. The flashes of lightning tear through the sky like an open wound and from it pours the rain that beats down onto his face. After he has screamed out all of his thoughts he falls to the ground in the rain and mud, the tears and blood of the earth, and finally his mind is at rest, he is free from his thoughts. The rain recedes, the thunder grows quiet, and the clouds bandage the wounds of the sky as they move away. People begin to emerge from their houses, some shout, some cry, and others just watch but the man does not take notice for quite a while. When he finally regains his senses he feels warm all over and he can hear a roaring in his ears. He looks up and tears stream from his eyes in happiness just before the foundations of his now burning home give out and collapse onto him....