"That's right. You're not mistaken. Waterspouts mainly form over tropical seas. The climate in America is relatively cold, so this kind of thing doesn't happen. At most, you'd see a tornado on land."
"However, the conditions for a tornado to form are very demanding. Most people go their whole lives without ever seeing one. The fact that we encountered one means we're lucky."
"You can have that kind of luck. I don't really want it."
Lin Chen glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips.
'If she can joke, it means her head's back on straight.' He wouldn't have to keep trying to figure out how to comfort her—a job that was really not his forte.
After the waterspout appeared, the surrounding gales surprisingly died down significantly. The bamboo-slat roof, which had been vibrating wildly in the wind, finally began to settle.
Even so, the gaps between the bamboo slats at the roof's edge had noticeably widened.
