Photo Source: Pixnio Nolan left his house in his best suit, ready to sell, but charcoal clouds roiled across the sky. Ink-splattered thunderheads blocked out the sun. He stopped on the driveway. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t feel ready to sell. In fact, he didn’t feel ready to leave his house. Whipcrack thunder reverberated through the morning, ringing Nolan’s ears. A jagged spear of electricity divided the sky vertically, faded, and stabbed again. The clouds bled. ...