The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera, framing, street, door, tree, lamppost, window, awning, café table and chairs, and the same five characters in the same places. A moment later the small black cloud above the woman has swollen into a huge, low, dark storm cloud that covers the whole sky across the top of the frame; the sunshine is gone, the street has turned dark cold blue-grey, the first raindrops are falling. The three neighbours have frozen and look up at the sky in alarm: the little girl stopped mid-hop, the old lady clutching her handbag, the sweeper stopped sweeping and holding his broom still, his mouth open under his moustache. The man and the woman stay exactly as they are. Each person has exactly two arms and two hands. No text, no letters.
