As I picked the juicy strawberry from its delicate stem I wiped the sweat of my boiling head. It was harvest season and my family were getting ready for the winter. “Howdy June. Hows the strawberry picking going.” Wondered Jack.
“Very good. We should Finish at sun down.” Answered June.
The weather changed for the worse.
A thunder storm hit the farm like a baseball bat and a ball. The dreamlike clouds became a swirl of sadness. A rage of thunder aimed for the the barn and fired. Suddenly a fire began and wiped everything out. Why did the weather change? Why?