Tornado Icy cold fear ran along my spine when I stared up at the darkening sky. The clouds had a green tinge and an ominous look about them. The wind, eager to add to the hysteria, was cackling through the trees, blowing off leaves like wrapping paper. Even branches succumbed to it’s will, breaking off with a snap. A siren, louder than the chaos, pierced the air with a shriek, telling me one word. Tornado. Horror was evident on my pale face as I went as white as a sheet. My head was spinning, my knees were wobbling. My cold and trembling hand was shockingly warm and steady. I looked down at it and saw a much larger hand grasping my little one. “Grace, you need to get inside and in the basement.” My father motioned his head towards the door, but I remained …show more content…
“Grace, he’s trying to protect you,” mom said. “I know mom, but . . . ” But my words were muffled by the bellowing thunder. Then lightning ripped open the sky. The howl of the wind cried out. Sitting on that speckled itchy carpet for the next few hours, we waited for something to happen. A crash. A bang. A boom. Anything. The anticipation was thick. It wrapped around us, entered our nostrils and filled our lungs, making it hard to breathe. Our backyard tree could’ve fallen on the house. A tornado could’ve eaten the house. We heard heaving footfalls racing down towards us. “Oh, no. It’s coming, isn’t it?” Dad hung at the entrance, a grin plastered onto his mouth. “Hey Sweetie, kids, the worst has passed us now. You can go back upstairs.” In a flash, I bolted up the stairs and looked out the big window. A tree in the park across from my house had fallen to the ground. Branches were strewn all over the wet grass. Relief flooded my veins as I notice that all the houses in our neighborhood stood stark against the chilly night. Grinning, I turned to watch my family, who were bustling about the house, straightening up. A warm glow bloomed in my chest. They were