Ayla didn’t feel the trembling

Ayla didn’t feel the trembling beneath her feet until she saw the people toppling over, unable to keep their balance. Her own face mirrored the stunned expressions of the rest as they changed to fear, and then stark terror. It was then she heard the deep, terrifying rumble from the bowels of the earth.
She scrambled up the swaying slope trying to reach the large triangular entrance. A huge rock rolled down the steep wall that held the opening , and, deflected by a tree that splintered under the impact, crashed to the ground beside her. Ayla’s didn’t notice . She was numb, in shock. The memories locked in her old nightmare were released, but jumbled and confused by sheer panic.
The ground beneath her dropped several feet, then heaved up again. She fell over and struggled to get up again, and then saw the vaulted ceiling of the cave collapse. Jagged chunks, torn from the high roof, crashed down and slipt on impact. Then more fell. All around her boulders bounced and tumbled down the rocky face, rolled down the gentler slope, and splashed into the icy stream. The ridge to the east cracked and half of it toppled.
Inside the cave, it was raining rocks and pebbles and dirt, mixed with the intermittent thunder of large sections of the walls and vaulted dome. Outside, tall conifers danced like clumsy giants and naked deciduous trees shook bare limbs in an ungraceful jitter, moving in speeded time to the thunderous dirge. A crack in the wall, near the east side of the opening, opposite the spring fed pool, widened with an explosive gush that flushed out loose rock and gravel. It opened another underground channel that deposited its load of debris on the broad front porch of the cave before making its maiden voyage to the stream. The roar from the earth and the smashing rocks overpowered the screams of the terror stricken people. The sound was deafening.
Finally, the quaking subsided. A last few stones tumbled off the mountain, bounced, rolled, then came to rest.
From the book ‘The clan of the cave bear’ by Jean M. Auel

By mid-morning the rain eased

By mid-morning the rain eased to a dreary drizzle and by afternoon stopped altogether. A wan, tired sun broke through the solid cloud cover, but did little to warm or dry the drenched earth. Despite the dismal weather and sparse fare, the clan was excited by so notable an occasion for a feast. A change in leadirship was rare enough, but a new mog-ur at the same time made it exceptional. Orga and Ebra would have a part to play in the ceremony, and brac as well. The seven year old would be the next heir apparent.
Oga was a tight bundle of stretched nerves. She jumped up to cheek every fireplace where food was cooking every other moment. Ebre tried to calm her, but Ebra wasn’t so settled herself. Trying to seem more grown-up, Brac was issuing commands to the small children and busy women. Brun finally stepped in and called him off to the side to practise his part once more. Uba took the children to Vorn’s hearth to get them out of the way, and after most of the preparations were completed, Ayla joined her. Aside from helping , Ayla’s only role would be to make datura for the men since Creb had told her not to make the drink from the roots.
By evening, only a few wisps of clouds remained to dart fitfully before the full moon that lit the bare, lifeless landscape. Inside the cave , a large fire burned in a space behind the last hearth, defined by a circle of torches.
From the book ‘The clan of the cave bear’ by Jean M. Auel