Angry clouds that have been pummelled and pounded by ferocious winds race across the sky. Driven by a devastating force of nature, quickly concealing the horizon in its wake. Swollen raging rivers flow below, carrying skeletal remains of once magmatic woodlands and habitats to their watery grave.


Debris litters the fields, carelessly discarded, once essential items driven to their resting places by the raging river torrents. Shoes, bottles, footballs and more, broken and misshapen by the water and its forces.
Polluted water fills fields where animals and fodder once stood, destroying wildlife and driving occupants from their dwellings. Flood waters turning once idyllic pathways and lanes into mighty new rivers. Swans and geese swim on newly formed lakes, like the acres of water have always been.
Perishing icy rain thrashes on the landscapes and buildings, taking no prisoners with its cruelty. Coldwet rain forcefully driving into every possible area, shelters battered and torn; the cold, wet rain will always find its way into the dry and its victims.

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