On a clear day an old man told me there would be a storm , far worse then any other. People would die . Then the weather report told of clear skies. When the man was denied he cursed. At the moment of that the sky turned gray and there was a shaking of the ground . We all tried to take pity on the old man and his words . It was far too late . if anyone survived they would beliveve the old man next time. The storm occuried during the school day . Children scrambled not knowing their doom. And my best friend was that innocent child.