The Strikingly Strong Storm

It was a terrible and chilly Monday evening. The sky was darker than usual. Grey cloud’s were assembling above my head as if a storm was going to strike. The monstrously strong wind was howling as it was blowing the trees until it was stripped. My hair was blown everywhere by the blast of the wind, I  had completely lost control of my own hair! Suddenly I felt a small drip of water on my nose, followed with another drip of water. “Oh no!” I thought to myself. I knew it was going to rain so I rushed inside for warmth.

As the door shut behind me, the rain poured non stop as everyone who was playing outside dashed urgently for shelter. “Pheew, lucky I ran inside,” I said to myself.  “What a grim evening,” my dad said to me while I was making a warm hot chocolate for him. After I gave him his cup of hot chocolate we sat down and watched the increasingly tough wind ruin our garden. The rain was bucketing down which made  the yard muddy and wet.

Watching the rain ruin my beautiful garden was hard and kind of boring so I turned around and switched the channel from rugby channel to disney channel. A few minutes later I fell asleep on the couch with the remote in my hand. An hour went passed until I woke up with a fright because my mum was making dinner as soon as she got back from work, my mum is probably the only one who makes dinner so loud that it wakes me up.

I looked out the sliding door to see if the rain has made a stop for the day. “Yuss!!” It has finally ended,” I shouted.  My dad was outside placing everything to its rightful  place, it was a wreck! The petals of the flowers in my garden was everywhere. Some pots of roses were smashed, Leaves were  covering the amazing path way and some gnomes didn’t survive! “My Garden went from beautiful to junk, how can we clean up all of this?” I said with frustration.

My ego wanted me to stay inside and watch t.v but the other side of me wanted  to go outside and help my dad clean up. I grabbed the rake and started sweeping the leaves and the petals to one place while my dad was getting the old pots in the garage. My hands was where aching because of holding the rake but a little voice swiftly said “don’t worry Mary, once you finish cleaning this mess everything will turn back to normal.” “What was that,” I said out loudly. My dad probably thought I was on the phone.

I kept on cleaning up everything that needed a fix and before I knew it, everything was spotless. As happy and cheerful as a clown I ran inside and turned on the t.v, I was just in time to watch the movie I've been waiting to watch for weeks.