The Purple Lightning & Man Made Thunder of Mr. Thunder Clapp

The treadmill hums under him, but it’s his stride that steals the air. Every foot-fall sends a quiet tremor across the room. Lightning flashes like a lover who knows the beat by heart. No music, no noise… just the electricity he carries.

The Purple Lightning & Man Made Thunder of Mr. Thunder Clapp
Mr. Thunder Clapp doesn’t run — he generates weather. A slow stride, a silent vibration, a room that answers back. In the storm-lit glow of the city, he becomes the pulse behind the thunder… and the reason the lightning pauses to watch.
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