A tree falls. People run for shelter under the big tree where the branches are so tight no water falls upon them. Another crash is heard. A power line falls and a fire starts. The wind blows it north.
Rain comes down hard putting the fire out.
It is silent again. I feel a breeze on my warm body and watch the trees barely move. It is coming on the breeze. The swings move back and forth but all I hear are kids talking. The breeze on me feels cold.