I was with my son in Chico, California. It was a clear sunny day, and we walked down a street. Several blocks away behind me was a row of condominiums. I glanced back and saw about four or five cars suddenly lifted off the ground from behind the building and flung unto the back side of the roof. I stared in shock. I then heard powerful gusts of wind blowing from the southwest to the northeast. A church building covered with metal siding was about a block away in front of us. The wind blew toward the building, imploding and crumpling like an aluminum can. I knew people were inside and felt concerned and compassion for them.