Light rain showers started to drizzle, and the wind began to get fiercer. The rustling of the mangroves and the slapping of the waves against the boulders got noisier.
"Ma'am, sir, it's about to rain hard. Go now!" Yanyan exclaimed as he stretched his thin arm to feel the drops of the rain.
Ryan looked up to the dark clouds, then stood up and held out a hand to Shiela. "Yes, we should go,"
"Hurry up, sir, ma'am. The rain is getting heavier!" Yanyan's yell floated against the sound of the thunderbolt.
"Let's go!"
Yanyan turned his back on them, and like a flash of lightning, ran and disappeared behind the boulders, leaving Shiela and Ryan dumbfounded for a moment.
"Yanyan, where are you going?" Ryan hollered, angry flashes starting to light up the skies.
"Here, in my hideout!"
"You're going with us. Come out. Please, hurry up!" shouted Ryan against the loud sound of the sky's wrath.
"No, sir. Just go now."
