The clouds were drawing in and the wind was picking up, he knew he would have to batten down the hatches and get ready for the storm.
Storms on Bangor were legendary for their ferociousness but also for being spectacular, the colourful spectacle would be seen across the galaxy. Some one had likened them to the northern lights of earth, just brighter and faster moving. For Jack it was a highlight of the year, like the fireworks they had on a solstice.
His little farm was on the edge of the only big city on Bangor and mainly contained sheep and chickens, he had heard years ago that the scientists had tried making a genetic hybrid of the 2, god knows what that may have looked like, and Jack wasn’t sure he wanted to know really.
He started to put his animals in their respective huts and locked doors ready, so they were comfortable and not to freaked out throughout the storm.
As he pulled down and locked the last window he could hear a low rumble of thunder and started looking through the window getting excited, and in every direction hoping to catch a glimpse of the first colour hurtling through the atmosphere or between the clouds.

As the wind picked up he could hear whistling coming from the trees, that meant that it was moving quite quickly, as normally the trees omitted a low hum or purr.
The colours changed as they fluttered past, the purples and blues blended into each other and the pink centre faded into swirls, slowly more colours lit up the sky, yellows and greens started to appear, all the while the whistling of the wind became out of tune and almost deafening at times. The animals had gone into hiding and the people were nowhere to be seen, apart from the raging storm on the surface and in the air not one mammal or other ventured out into the night.

This went on into the early hours of the morning, after the sun had rose the wind and whistling had died down. The racing colours had slowed down to a crawl and the bright yellow sun peeked out from a red cloud bathing the whole planet in an orange glow. The animals and birds started waking up, and coming out of hidey holes in the foliage above and below the trees.
The people started moving and doing things again and Jack walked out into the landscape basking in the new day, it was like walking out after a sandstorm, everything had moved and yet everything was also still and hazy, like when they show people walking slowly in films-just without the big bang behind them.
He picked up a few twigs that were scattered close by and threw them back in towards the bushes and thought back to the storm, that was incredible, a shame about the devastation that it brought with it because it really was worth seeing.