It was a warm day in the afternoon, with the sun smiling down the small township. A soft whistle of breeze left the leaves dancing. The atmosphere was welcoming.

Above the clouds conspired against the small township. They gathered in a large group as if they wanted to discuss a serious matter. Plotting to ruin what was a lovely day. They began to rumble and tremble as they were plotting.

Suddenly everything turned upside down. The welcoming atmosphere turned into a raging rain. The bright day light was replaced by the terrible lighting. The cool breeze transformed into a monstrous wind that left trees naked. A heavy storm was upon the innocent township.

I see a boy running for his life, while the storm is ripping everything apart. It ripped everything like it didn’t care. It ripped everything that is within it’s reach. The storm brought a great disorder.

I see people running for cover, some running like there is no tomorrow. However, they are not fast enough. I hear a scream here and a cry there. I hear the roar of the thunder as it reprimand everyone to be silent. I feel their pain as many get injured and scattered.

There is no aid. No one to help anyone, cause this monster is upon everyone. The brief moment of the storm seemed like a lifetime. Finally, it ceased. Leaving a rampage behind. Only then, the aid arrived.