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A rainy day awaited us the following morning. A storm rather. And it was unlike any other. There were no sights of birds and the sun barely showed itself.
Thankfully, Fae had recovered and was allowed to return to school.
Great grey clouds have scattered across the sky like a blanket and every now and then, lightning strikes. It's scary, to say the least. When the wind blows, its like ice brushing down the surface of your skin.
The thunder sounds like a lion’s roar. But it's ten times more powerful. The trees are swaying and there are
