When Gloominess Replaces Sunshine

A storm is brewing, clouds are scattered by the harshest wind, but they flee Eastward to meet the surly, purple sunset; dark is rapidly growing subduing everything, even seagulls are worried about the safety of their tiny chicks huddled in the nest. When gloominess replaces sunshine, the evening is a looming shadow vanishing into the woods resounding with the frightening howls of wolves and wild dogs caught in the branches that entwine. Huge balls of hail hit the charcoal terrain, their force is too powerful and they form small craters, the lightening strikes and trees fall down; the forest's paths is an awful sight of broken branches. It will be around midnight before the enraging Spring storm wanes, no bird, no wolf or wild dog will be allowed to return; they barely escaped death by taking refuge in the abandoned barns, hungry and cold, they hope to greet the new dawn.