It comes very quickly.

I know you can feel it in your skin.

The way it makes the hair stand on end.

And makes you feel thin.

That lightning is just a precursor to what will follow.

Striking everything around without mercy.

***

Look up.

Dark clouds gather.

Darker than you have ever seen before.

It might be the end of the world.

Or just the end of you.

Survival might not be possible this time.

***

Red rain falls.

You run for cover.

Others do not seem as concerned.

But you know it.

That this torrent must not touch your skin.

You must get out of the flood zone.

***

Winds thrash everything.

So you flee.

The storm must have an edge.

Maybe the safety you seek is just elsewhere.

Just take the fastest road out of town.

Before the chaos swallows you along with all else it touches.

***

Flee!

Find safety.

Follow that instinct to freedom.

Free from having to dart from one shelter to another.

Life has left from this area.

At least, until the storm is over.