When it rains, it pours. It pours small creatures upon the Earth, that is. Fortunately, the animals appear to be dead already, so the Night Vale Animal Control Department has said that it should be a snap to clean those up.
The Sheriff’s Secret Police have apparently taken to shouting questions at the Glow Cloud, trying to ascertain what exactly it wants. So far, the Glow Cloud has not answered. The Glow Cloud does not need to converse with us. It does not feel as we tiny humans feel. It has no need for thoughts or feelings of love. The Glow Cloud simply is. All hail the mighty Glow Cloud. All hail.
And now, slaves of the Cloud, the weather.
A random sketch I've just done in the late hours of the night. I wish I had a scanner, but since I don't, this photo will have to do.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Welcome To Night Vale or the mighty Glow Cloud. Nor do I own the Morton Salt girl, for that matter. Just this random little sketch, and to be totally honest I've got no idea why I even thought of it.