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That Saturday morning was a beautiful day and
nothing could forecast such a radical change of the weather. At
first a vigorous north wind rose, followed by some white clouds—far
away, to obscure the sun. Then, suddenly, the sky became gloomy.
Crowds of clouds gathered and pushed each other, constantly changing
shape and color.
At noon the wind stopped, so Marì sat on the terrace imagining soon the clouds would also dissolve and the sun would appear again. But the first thunder in the distance showed its opposition to his predictions.
Nature suddenly became silent. The birds stopped flying while an unreal calm was a prelude to the unleashing of the elements. The top of the hill was obscured, enveloped by a thick fog. An intense rain was approaching.
Marì gasped and watched carefully; it was not a matter of rain but of hail. He took all kinds of cover and carefully wrapped the newly planted bushes, flowers and prepared for the worst.
Once again his prediction turned out to be wrong, it was not a heavy rain and not even hail but a whirlwind crossing the island. As in a terrible dance, the tail of the tornado began to dance in the guise of a monster from ancient fairy tales as it enjoyed sowing terror. He saw all kinds of branches and objects being lifted up and thrown everywhere.
At noon the wind stopped, so Marì sat on the terrace imagining soon the clouds would also dissolve and the sun would appear again. But the first thunder in the distance showed its opposition to his predictions.
Nature suddenly became silent. The birds stopped flying while an unreal calm was a prelude to the unleashing of the elements. The top of the hill was obscured, enveloped by a thick fog. An intense rain was approaching.
Marì gasped and watched carefully; it was not a matter of rain but of hail. He took all kinds of cover and carefully wrapped the newly planted bushes, flowers and prepared for the worst.
Once again his prediction turned out to be wrong, it was not a heavy rain and not even hail but a whirlwind crossing the island. As in a terrible dance, the tail of the tornado began to dance in the guise of a monster from ancient fairy tales as it enjoyed sowing terror. He saw all kinds of branches and objects being lifted up and thrown everywhere.
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