The Storm

Last Christmas, I went abroad to France. There was a storm and I was scared to death. My family and I were at a fancy hotel tucked up in blankets.

It was raining heavily and streets were flooded. I screamed at the top of my lungs as lightning forked across the sky. People outside were drenched to the skin as it was raining cats and dogs.

There was a flash of thunder which frightened me a lot. Terror cut me like a knife. Wind blew and rough seas crashed on the shore. I opened the window and touched the snow falling on my hand and the pellets of ice screeching on the ground.

I smelt the fire coming from the trees that were on fire and the wet soil coming from the hotel's garden. Everyone was petrified when suddenly there was a power failure. Nobody wanted to get out of bed and look for a candle or torch, but I plucked up my courage, turned on my mobile phone's torch and managed to find a candle.

When the storm was over, I made everyone a cup of coffee to warm up. As we were drinking it, we looked out of the window and could see the clear sky, dirty shore and seriously damaged trees. However, everything was calm and the sun was beginning to rise. Everyone was safe and sound.