Then the clouds opened and let down the rain like a waterfall. The water bounded from the mountaintop, tore leaves, and branches from the trees.
The hunters were looking uneasily at the sky, flinching from the stroke of the drops.
Ralph: Going to be a storm, and you'll have rain like when we dropped here.
He ran stumbling through the thick sand to the open space of rock beyond the fire. Piggy and Ralph, under the threat of the sky, found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society.