Cumolonimbus

It's all cloudy from hereon in.

Malabo.

The fog still hasn't lifted, and I'm left in a cold haze of confusion.

Where is the flash of lightning that would enlighten me? Thunder to call my attention? Corporeal rain, biting wind, to at least point out to me where we stand?

Maybe the clouds will part, ifs will fade, doubts will disappear, and fear will shrink.
This is, after all, the Philippines. The sun will come out eventually and shine to disperse the darkness.