Sprogue 

Entwined Argus weather

He stood on a rock

Balanced difficutly 

The sky was a myriad

Triumph of days usual cantankerous meals

Like no one he appealed to 

The senses

His clothes

JC Penny's

Polyester

Caused the lightning to wince

He thought

If I had gone to Stanford

I would have made Molotov cocktails 

But probably too scared to do anything 

But hide them in the apartment bushes