Mother Nature screams at me.The wild wind tearing through my hairblasting in my earsand stinging my eyes.Sand blowing high into the airand sticking to my clothes,getting in my mouth.Frogs croaking desperatelyleaping from place to placebetween the green shrubbery,trying to find cover.The leaves of tall,wise treesshivering from the wind.Little bushes nearly being uprootedby the wind's brutal beating.Things rolling around th...