Cloud
Deep from within the clouds, weaven into the fabric itself, was the presence of The Great Enemy. His baleful vision scourging the green lands He flew over as lightning struck hither and thither and His voice came roaring the thunder accros the hills, the people fled to their houses before the clouds smothered the lights with its darkening shadow. Trees he struck with bright light before fire brought them a blackened death, and houses shook as strong winds poundered them with a melicious intent, to tear and break open the homes, eager to spill out the habitants into elements of might.
'Where is Reilly!!!' the thunder seemed to bulder, as flashes of lightning hit and searched farmers land, only a day ago green with the hadow of May, finding all but burned ground and dying plants. Charcoaled by raging fires that came from the clouds which as ever seemed so impending in their bringing of doom. And death was amongst the villagers whose houses were set alight, some burned alive, to frightened as they were to come outside to the deafenening inferno, others daring to withstand against winds that played with the unlucky as if a bashfull child. The winds, so full of power that small trees were knocked down and all was but a toy crashing and colliding against houses and trees, which in turn were timbering and tumbling over, not withholding the burden of their fallen brethern.