The rain always carried a feeling of peace and serenity, the smell of the grass afterwards, the feel of the rain landing against ones skin...But this was different, the rain wasn't peaceful, it was raging on and on as if it was in pain. The thunder was clasping uncontrollably, screaming in agony.

Jason Grace had always been able to control the weather but it couldn't be his doing could it?...but it was. He always held a stoic but gentle attitude toward everyone so what had changed? 'curiosity killed the cat' they say, and in this situation you are the cat...and the results weren't pretty

Jason was never one to panic or cry- let alone have a panic attack but there he was...curled up on his bed and crying, hands over his ears as he tried to reassure himself that he was fine when he clearly wasnt