They sat near the door, glancing out to the rolling clouds that only grew darker as they came closer.
"You think it will be okay, Ma?" The youngest whispered, clinging to her leg.
She quickly smoothed the worried frown from her face, holding the child close. "It will be fine." She reassured, though the raging wind outside warned otherwise. "It'll be fine." 

-Inspiration from watching a storm come in.