Bianca’s 100 WC
Huge gusts of wind shook the whole town of Manville. Signs bent around posts, as the tin roofs of houses began to vibrate at a fast and loud pace. Mini fireworks erupted from cords like lava from a volcano, as power-lines were wrenched out of the earth and thrown on tall leafy trees. Small potholes of chalky, dusty water flooded the roads as large hail drops bounced off wind screens before being swept away by fast moving long black wipers. Long tall skinny figures ran about gripping inside out black spotted umbrellas, carrying small pools on top of them. A violent storm was approaching.