All they could do was sit and wait for the storm. Birds puffed themselves up in protection. Other animals burrowed down under the earth to escape the water. Others still could only brace themselves against the first cold drops. The storm lashes out.
Clouds thunder across the horizon on high winds, bringing thunder and lightning, and sleets of rain.
Trees bend in the gale, with birds holding on for dear life. Water quickly starts gathering, gaining momentum in a race down hills. Streams start forming, racing down towards the sea, catching in its wake the weak and the unprepared. Logs race down and the carcass of a drowned animal can be seen being carried down on turbulent waters. The ARC is in the throes of internal transformation.