The Storm from the West

I was in a small city center in the central United States. I sensed in my spirit that a storm was rapidly approaching from the west. Suddenly, I could see ominous-looking black clouds forming across the horizon. The sky turned black and quickly enveloped the small city. Nearby was a tall and secure-looking concrete building. I ran inside to shelter from the storm, crouching behind a concrete wall. I warned others to come with me, but no one was listening.