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The storm flew through the isolated town. It was shockingly destructive, the more so because it was unexpected. It blasted buildings, uprooted trees, wrecked cars.

Broken glass shattered to the pavement and was camouflaged with the torrents of hail that buffeted the little world.

The victims had never seen such violence. Theirs was a life of dull peace. Routine's colorless comfort had always been king. Entropy was unheard of. Mother nature obviously took offense to this.

The storm was a wild frenzy. It frowned darkly from the heavens with black, glowering brows. One could feel its horrible anguish lift the neck's tiny hairs. An unsettling presence shrouded the town.

God had come home.