Soon You Shall Quench Your Thirst.

Third Person's POV:

It was a one windy evening; the sun was quickly setting behind a bank of dark cloud which looked like they could pour at any time. The extra windy night brought upon the loud noise of rustling leaves in the air as the trees moved right to left with the errant waves of howl.

Those who were out their homes were quickly making their way back. Those at home were bringing in their laundries that they hung out to dry, in fear that either the wind will fly away their garments or the coming rain would dampen them once again. Grandmas were hollering their pet dogs inside to then lock up for the night of thunder is coming. The resident superstitious cat lady was luring her cats inside with fear of losing one of the many at the hands of the coming jeeper creeper.