Dystopian thing

The lightning fills the dark room even through the closed blinds.  As the thunder claps and the lightning sparks grow closer together, I tremble with my hand over David's mouth.  He can't move or make a peep. This kind of man-made storm tracks what we say and do.  I'm still trying to understand why our government would sink to this level, but have no time to dwell since I must protect what's left of my family.