In a quiet field, the day began with an eerie calm. The old folks often said, "It's the calm before the storm," and today, their words felt prophetic.

Dark storm clouds gathered, casting shadows that made noon feel like twilight. Lightning cleaved the sky, each strike a potential harbinger of death. As the wind howled, families huddled, praying that the looming tempest would pass, knowing all too well that in nature’s fury, death might be just a breath away.