The rain glistened in the moonlight. A fox, a small new born with an orange fur coat, was using a lamppost as a shelter from the rain. Loud wind deafened everything in the street and the rain slowly began to turn into hail. Lights slowly began to flicker, a storm was coming. Lightning was flashing in the sky, producing the only light in the street: people were beggining to resort to candles that were flickering rapidly due to the wind. The storm had begun.