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.