I awoke with a jolt to a loud thunderous boom. It was the middle of a hurricane and a tree had just fallen through the roof of my bedroom. I sprinted out to find my family and we all gathered in the bedroom closet with flashlights, cans of soup, bottled water, blankets and pillows. We were prepared for a long night.
As I sat there on the floor shivering with fright, I realized there was nothing I could do but wait. I could feel the house shaking, quivering, trying to withstand the treacherous winds. I could hear the roof tiles peeling off and torpedoing through the air. The rain and howling seemed as if it would never end. Hours later, when the wind and torrential downpour calmed, my family and I made our way outside to see the damage. To