/lit/ - Literature

I'm working on this story - let me know what you think, I have the moments I want it to get to planned out for the most part.

The storm walked along with the city like a nonchalant bomb. Ely’s quiet gaze located with the corner of a roof. The fall of the rain seemed to be speaking into a shadow that has already been spread across the world. A cat shouted at the air where the lightning hung. Ely breathed in the incense smoke coming from the ember that spread at its flicker. He fidgeted with his thought. To inhabit change you must always relive the spark. He wasn’t sure what that thought was worth but he let it go into his body and spread it into his skin until he was satisfied with it reaching heaven. A series of irregularities came from his vinyl record machine and he considered the meditation over.