The Meteorologist

A man charged with the most deplorable commission. He stalks the humid summers to end the onslaught that always comes with the lightning. The blackened oak has been a beacon for his shame since his boyhood.
His heart sinks with each fall of the barometer, and he looks to the burnt sexton on his wall, not that he need reminding of what must follow.
He endures alone, for none should know and few would believe what comes with the fire that strikes at the foot of the blackened oak.