"Woo..."
The fierce wind sweeps the ground, bending the myriad grasses in submission.
The horizon accumulates dark clouds, with a heavy layer like an impenetrable curtain pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
"Crack!"
Every now and then.
Lightning appears to slither and snake amidst the clouds.
Thunder roars!
The deafening explosion strikes the eardrums, leaving people temporarily deaf, like the wrathful cries of a deity, endlessly echoing through the heavens and earth.
"Quick!"
"Hurry up!"
"Set up the equipment, avoid lightning strikes, everyone get ready, if we don't capture this now, the next thunderstorm will be seven days later."
"Did everyone hear that?"
Director Ye, draped in a raincoat, shouted loudly, his voice barely audible to the staff.
The crew rushed around in this weather, adjusting various filming equipment under the makeshift shelter to aim at their target.
