With a blast of eastward wind it spread, like a rumor between two housewives on a rainy Saturday afternoon. With a terrible bellow it raced down streets jumping bridges and climbing from roof to roof like jack frost in winter. Down the streets it rolled sending everyone scurrying like mice to get out of the path of the beast. It was as harsh as an argument that causes one to slam a door. Hoarding everything just to destroy it like a Viking pillaging just to waste his spoils. It rumbled down paths consuming leaves like papers in a furnace being destroyed by the flames. It sent one to scramble with their belongings to the safety of the water, rolling through hills licking up the grass and stripping away the contents of buildings leaving behind