Roughly back and fourth for 3-4 days of work.
When the clouds come we take shelter. Not from the rain, but from the darkness it brings, the veil of havoc. If you step outside you can slowly start to hear it. The whistling in the wind coming from the wings of dreaded beasts. Suddenly the sky opens up with a bright red light. Not from the sun but from creatures thought not to be from this land. They attack from the sky, spewing fire and ash, grabbing women, children and whatever else they can find. Many have experienced the pillaging but few have seen them. Almost like demons, made from fire and smoke they ride by. It all happens in a matter of minutes, and then nothing. Not a sound still echoes through the valley. Complete silence. The clouds break and things look normal again. People are afraid. Afraid of the "Meteor Rain".