So I thought of this after I changed my Gmail picture to a picture of lightning, I hope you enjoy it.
The old man danced along the shore of the lake as bolt after terrible bolt of lightning came crashing down upon the water. He reveled in the thought that he had done this with simple chanting and strength of will. The lightning crashed again and again, he could hear the cries of the townspeople from across the lake. He did not care what happened to them, he only cared about what he had created. After a moment all joy left him for he realized that no one would know it was him who had called upon this storm and it would just be blamed upon nature. He walked slowly back to his cave, curled up, and went to sleep.
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