At noon sun shining brightly suddenly shadows of anything nowhere to be seen the winds start to pick up pace and roar, picking and tossing up little objects through the atmosphere as though it was playing soccer, the roar gets fiercer than any lion could muster people start to run for shelter, it gets colder by the minute, the water accross the beach start to dance with winding waves crushing against rocks, the village vigilantees run to inform everyone of the thinderstorm approaching