Rain swooped down on the festival like a biblical plague. The sudden violent shower scattered the audience across the soggy terrain, looking for shelter under trees, tents and each other’s raincoats. Lightning haphazardly lit up their shivering faces. With each booming burst of thunder their heart skipped another beat, as they embraced their friends and kept a suspicious eye on the rapidly rising water on the meadow.
At the main stage the heavy metal band continued their set.
Here’s one from our first album, the lead singer growled.
It’s called Apocalypse.
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