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A warm front moves slowly along the ground, taking its time and relaxing amongst the small town. Settled in like a baby in its crib, wrapped up tight for the eve.
A rumble in the distance announces a presence. The warm front is not alone any longer. With great intent to defend itself the warm front responds to the rumble by shifting its winds up slightly. All forces to the front line. Maybe, just maybe it can keep its warm grip on the familiar soothing landscape of the little town. It prepares itself for confrontation, as if standing ready with sharpened swords and hardened shields. The skies darken.
As swift as an arrow a Cold Front skims by, side swiping the settled Warm Front on its surface. A sliver opens and water pours down on the small town, a wound bleeding.
The Warm Front cries out in rage; a lightning bolt releases itself illuminating the battlefield. The Warm Front thrusts its sharp points upward into the Cold Fronts underbelly. Louder than any explosive, the Cold Front replies with an audible war cry, "BOOM... CRACK"
Molecules begin to vibrate in agitation, angered as they watch their brothers fight. For land and country they cry! Abrasively they rub each other and produce heat. The energy pulses and flashes, molecules begin to dance. The Warm Front's shields raise as the Cold Front retaliates with a volley of arrows. The Warm Front's shields take the brunt of the attack. Then strike with ferocity taking advantage of its own defensive stance.
The two enemies begin to move in a spiral, while reinforcements arrive from the nearby town's lake. Back and forth they go the lightening flashing green in the sky. Quicker, and quicker their spiral like movement starts to pick up speed.
The Cold front drives itself deep touching the ground next to the small town. The Warm Front pushes upwards, still spiraling, still spinning, and still fighting. The Cold Front's strongest forces grip the earth as The Warm Front continues to defend. The funnel begins to move and gain speed. It sucks and blows, hissing and spitting.
The eyes from the town grow wide, as they look on and see the struggle, they do not see two forces at war, but a single massive moving Cyclonic Cell traveling towards their homes and lives.
The battle rages as the Cell moves closer. The village is dark, but far from asleep. The inhabitants take cover, run and flee.
The Cell slams into the small town sending an array of debris flying into the skies. The casualties from this battle will be high.
Then all goes dark, and silent. No more struggle. The debris and rain fall to the earth. And the villagers gather to set about their rescues. They light a fire, because it is no longer warm in their tiny town. A Cold Front has moved in, the struggle is over.
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