Normally storms weren't such a big deal to Donnie, he could just put his headphones on and it all went away; it was the storms that shook the ground that was the issue. Even if it was a light rumble with the thunder, it still made his heart crumble a little every time. The shakes of the ground seemed to remind him of Super Fly every time it shook, quaking his mind with flashbacks and his hands with anxiety.

Right now he's huddled up ion his single tent in his brothers shared room, the other simple beds being empty, meaning his brothers were elsewhere.