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 the same five characters in the same places. A moment later the storm has turned into a hurricane blowing hard from right to left: rain and torn green leaves fly almost horizontally. The man's big black umbrella has been ripped out of his hand, turned inside out, and is flying away high up in the top-left corner of the frame. The man now stands with his feet firmly planted, holding his long black overcoat spread wide open with both arms like a pair of big black wings, wrapping the little girl and the old lady inside it against his body, only their two dry, delighted faces peeking out from the coat; his copper hair whipped sideways, his face calm, one eyebrow raised. The street sweeper clings to the lamppost with both hands, his whole body blown straight out sideways to the left in the air, horizontal like a flag, his boots flapping, his fur hat still on his head, his moustache streaming; his twig broom is flying away in the air at the left edge of the frame. Far right, the woman in red sits at the café table exactly as before, untouched by the wind, legs crossed, arms crossed, face turned away, eyes closed, and the black storm cloud above her is now bigger and darker. Each person has exactly two arms and two hands. No text, no letters.
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