Don't look at the moon.
She found that a tree in the yard could not withstand the strong wind and was blown down, pressing on the wall, which blew down the wall separating her and her neighbor. The wall collapsed with a loud bang and bricks were scattered all over the ground.
The people next door seemed to have heard the noise as well.
An old man holding an umbrella appeared in sight. He should be the owner of the next door.
The rain was a little lighter now, and the wind died down a little.
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