“I don’t like that cloud.” Trent mumbled.
Finn pulled his gaze from Brody and looked at the approaching cloud. No longer gray and wispy, but dark and dominating. It moved slowly across the sky, the thickness and color reminded Finn of a landslide. A floating landslide that covered all that was in its way, the blue sky, and the hazy sun, even the seagulls fled in fear.
The wind picked up, and Finn could see sand at the further side of the beach flicking up into the air. Droplets spat off the waves, and rain started to fall from the murky roll of cloud.
“Let’s bring them in.” Finn said.
Trent took down the checked flags and replaced them with red ones. Finn blew a whistle for the surfers to pay attention to the change in weather conditions. Most quickly came back to the sand, pointing at
