Before the storm.
Darkened clouds line the sky.
People run inside as the mountains start to roar.
Animals run for shelter, it's coming, it's coming.


Dark above.
Wind swiftly hit' the trees, one at a time.
Voices in the wind start their screeching whistles.
Windows are shut, and people watch, as the

storm goes on.

Drop by drop.
Sidewalks are polka-dotted with rain.
Kids dance as it fills the space around them.
Everyone runs for cover.


Done.
The after-scent of a perfect storm rushes through

the air.
Doors open, everything comes back to life.
Happy again is the refreshed town.