THE STORM SHELTER

The sky grew dark and stormy

The grass is whipping in the wind

From the far distance, comes the ominous sound of approaching thunder

The sun is gone

The sky is now black

The silence is loud and deafening

The birds stopped their singing

So have the insects

Her long hair, apron, and dress are blowing wildly

His hat has been swept away by the wind

His father's hat.....

The dog whines at his feet

His fur blowing in the wind

The cat squirms in her arms

The eerie silence and stillness is all around them

The sky is a queer yellowish green

"We'd best get into the Storm Cellar," he says. "It’s just going to get worse from here on out."

"Let’s go," she agrees. "All of our loved ones are already There and waiting for us. We're the last ones. But we have to hurry, for the time is short. As soon as that storm hits, it's all over. Come Kip!"

The dog stays close to his masters' sides as they race against the wind towards the Cellar.

Reaching It, they descend down the stairs in rapid speed, urging Kip down the stairs before them.

He closes the Trapdoor with a bang.