There was a thunder sound and our mother told us to come inside but we did not listen. We were playing a game when there was thunder which was a bad thing. Finally we went inside when there was lightning. We were going to play games but the lightning hit our house and the house was gone except us. We had to hide from the lightning in a field which it couldn’t get us there. Thunder was going on for weeks and we didn’t know how to stop the thunder. The lightning and thunder finally stopped. We made a strong tent so we went inside it. Hopefully the thunder would not hit us while we were in the tent. The tent was the smallest thing so the lightning could not hit us in the field. The next day we brought food and water in our tent.
I sit on the porch of my great grandmother's house, surrounded by my family in the middle of a heat storm. Hot rain is pouring down on all sides of the house. Nobody on the streets, it is too wet to go outside. I hear thunder, then counting the seconds until the lightning strikes. One second, two seconds, and finally thirty four seconds.
The thunder comes again. This time, I only count thirty seconds. And at that moment, I know what is going on. My parents had told me to count the seconds in between the thunder and lightning. Every time you counted a few seconds less than the time before, that meant the storm is getting closer. I can’t wait to see the lightning, because in this heat storm, the lightning would be purple and blue.
One Of The Biggest Storms I was at school and everyone is talking about one of the biggest storms. High wind and a downpour and maybe even a tornado. I hate storms. I’m absolutely terrified of them. At school, teachers put on the news so we can watch it and see how dreadful it is. Teachers say we won’t have school tomorrow. I was good with that.
“Class if you look out the window the clouds are dark and it's starting to rain and the wind is going to start,” Said the teacher.
Everyone ran to window with there mouth open. I didn't know this storm could come fast. The teacher tried to get us back over to watch the news again but are eyes are glued to the window. We were shocked. It was pouring now.
BOOM! CRASH! I watch as the screaming kids, parents, neighbors, and friends run around, screaming. My ears have started ringing from all of the deafening sounds. Lightning strikes a powerline. Showering sparks everywhere. People run, shielding their heads. It's a nightmare. Or at least I wish it was. Things would be a lot easier if this hadn't happened. Our town wouldn't be destroyed, and it would be a normal, peaceful night, with everybody sleeping quietly in their warm beds.