The thunder boomed with the lightning. There were no pauses between the sound of raindrops; they fell quick, precise. It sounded like wind blowing with the already heavy wind. Only the hail took short pauses on the tin roof to let them know they were trapped. The raging storm did nothing to relieve the humidity which smothered the unfortunate few inside. Maybe they could have chanced the storm, ran, or found another shelter with more than one way out.
Instead, they huddled together in the unbearable heat–watching the door, holding their breath, hiding.
Waiting on another storm to pass.
The Unnecessary Blog 
This reads exactly like a screenplay’s hyper-focus scene, with its captivating imagery; maybe you could write the other scenes too!
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I don’t know how it ends though! lol
If I had to guess now, I’d say it might have been one of the royals or British intelligence. In that case, I’d just point readers your direction!
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Haha! It could fit 😀
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Exactly! And it’d even fit the description of something frightening and unstoppable 😄
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Very intriguing! I can’t help but wonder what might happen next. . .
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I don’t know. If you know how it ends, be sure to let me know!
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