The resonating vibration of thunder growled through the gloomy grey sky before ploughing into the earth as though God himself was striking the land. I felt the ground beneath my feet tremble in fear and I knew my only option was to run, run as fast as my feet could take me and find refuge n somewhere safe for me and my beloved. As I felt my blood pulsating throughout my body I clasped onto my innocent little girl to young to understand the events where were occurring around her. As I squeezed her fragile body against mine, protecting her from the treacherous storm which was unfolding before our eyes.
I began running down the main street without a soul in sight, feeling the gush of wind pressing its forces against me, each step i touch felt like two more back. the harder i pushed through the gale as though pushing through a crowd, the more the wind pressed back determined to blow me away. The strain of the wind made it difficult to breath, as i began to pant trying to catch my breath, i felt my daughters small fragile arms tighten around my neck, the smell of her hair, sweet lemons, gave me comfort and hope, i tried to fixate on the smell to get us through but in that moment I began to feel the running of her tears falling down her pale face like the rain of hurricane lashing down on the ground. …show more content…
I knew the destruction which his high-powered storm was creating, it would leave us with a demolished home as though we were in the centre of a war zone; all our home and belongings struck away by the carnage of the storm, swept away as though it was
I began running down the main street without a soul in sight, feeling the gush of wind pressing its forces against me, each step i touch felt like two more back. the harder i pushed through the gale as though pushing through a crowd, the more the wind pressed back determined to blow me away. The strain of the wind made it difficult to breath, as i began to pant trying to catch my breath, i felt my daughters small fragile arms tighten around my neck, the smell of her hair, sweet lemons, gave me comfort and hope, i tried to fixate on the smell to get us through but in that moment I began to feel the running of her tears falling down her pale face like the rain of hurricane lashing down on the ground. …show more content…
I knew the destruction which his high-powered storm was creating, it would leave us with a demolished home as though we were in the centre of a war zone; all our home and belongings struck away by the carnage of the storm, swept away as though it was