It's raining time

It's raining.

A white cloud was

It's time to think carefully...

The thunder that falls more rudely than a bell...

A super-speed wind that surpasses the waves...

A screaming mother carrying dried clothes between the leaning trees...

Father is looking for a place to stand without getting wet, like a bicycle.

Grandmother nervously climbs the stairs with her wrinkled skin supporting the walls.

In the morning, the untied grandfather was walking around with a knife to control the cattle that had been unleashed for grazing. ...

Looking at the lightning near the window, the brother, who was deep into researching whether it would rain or not,

The sister is sitting patiently with a blanket wrapped around the wind.

I have become a VUC for the rain that tears the papers and ships...

All the commotion is perfectly normal due to the heavy rain that filled the small pool.