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The sky is a bright sheet of white with knuckles of grey clouds moving randomly under the canopy while everything down here is still calm. Those grey clouds. They move funny. Then they stop and just disappear. Weird. In the distance, you can hear somebody hammering plywood. With no warning, it rained like hell for 15 minutes and then stopped abruptly. The sky got darker. Like... dark yellow. You don't have to be a lizard to know a storm is coming. Not a little storm. I don't need the weather channel to tell me shit is about to get bad. I can feel it. The air is wrong. The pressure is not normal.

The sky is a bright sheet of white with knuckles of grey clouds moving randomly under the canopy while everything down here is still calm. Those grey clouds. They move funny. Then they stop and just disappear. Weird. In the distance, you can hear somebody hammering plywood. With no warning, it rained like hell for 15 minutes and then stopped abruptly. The sky got darker. Like... dark yellow. You don't have to be a lizard to know a storm is coming. Not a little storm. I don't need the weather channel to tell me shit is about to get bad. I can feel it. The air is wrong. The pressure is not normal.

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The bugs are worried about being turned into chips. Your weather description reminds me of what happens when a tornado is imminent. Sky gets all weird and stuff goes dead still. Rain and wind and when the tornado is upon you a shearing harsh aggressive roaring that literally mesmerizes you. It's a beautiful thing.