the stome

the stome

old shiver all over my body. The wind was howling, the leaves from the trees were rustling. I was all by myself caught in this storm. Nobody else was outside. They went inside to cover up from the storm. I heard the whoosh from the waves as they crash towards the shore. I knew it was going to be a long night.

I held myself tightly. In the distance I could see the storm terrorising the town up ahead. I could even hear the light pitter-patter of the hail as it stormed down towards the ground. It was coming. The sky started to rumble really loudly. I saw a flash of lightning up ahead. I knew my parents were worried but I wasn’t. I was as brave as could be. I charged through the rain getting totally soaked. Just a little rain wouldn’t stop me.

Now the storm was getting really close. I closed my eyes just as another flash of lightning bolted down from the sky. The thunder rolled again for a really long time. Another lightning bolt came from the sky. A crackling sound of thunder made me shiver. I slowed down a bit so I could have a rest but not only for that reason: the storm was here.

I shielded my face from the terrible winds. I took a deep breath and got up again. I started to walk, then jog, and then I ran as fast as I could towards home. I stopped silently as the wind died down a bit but not for long. I couldn’t see a thing the sky was so dark I couldn’t see where I was going. As the sky cleared a bit I smelt the familiar smell. The rain was pitter pattering loudly.

As I looked in front of me I saw my home. I was finally safe and sound.