"All storms are. They take different forms." She heard of typhoons and seen spouts appear over the water. Hail was nothing new to her, but still deeply frustrating and a little frightening. The weather here had become ominous.

"It will be all right." She offered Moana, drawing a chair near the window. "The worst it can do is break the window. So long as we are inside, we are safe." It was little comfort, given the noise, but offered all the same.

"Where were you when it started?"