It was when the seas rebelled, devouring entire cities in their hungry jaws, and when the trees threw tantrums, pummeling their fists upon the paved surfaces, and the wind released its rage, uprooting concrete masses with billowing force—that was when we felt Mother Nature’s rage at what we’d done.

Maria Dean lives and writes in England. She has no fancy pants credentials, just a love of words and an ear for a good tale.