The sky is overcast. Light grey clouds float past the sun, dulling the shine of its rays. Occasionally, the winds blow fiercely, rattling the chime and stirring up dust, making little dust devils. It's neither a hot day nor a cool day. It's warm enough to be uncomfortable standing outside, but cool enough that it is refreshing at the slightest breeze. The intensity of the winds increase, blowing violently, rattling windows and slamming doors and gates. The skies darken as dark grey clouds drift slowly over the land, threatening to block out the sunlight. A storm's brewing.
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