In the blustery rainy evening, while I was happily playing inside, a terrible storm had just reached its peak with devastating gales and gigantic hailstones the size of baseballs. Ice covered the windows and the streets. Even if you wiped the window, all you could see is rain and the distant faint light of street lamps. The noise outside made by the rain was raucous. It sounded like a crazy packed crowd at an extremely close football match. Suddenly I heard a crack. I start to shiver uncontrollably and I turn pale with fear as I realise, the old massive humongous tree leaning towards our house was crashing down.
Author: Logan Flynn of 5/6 A