A short story by Anne Michelle Duncan
For Anne Marie & Dennis

                                                                                                                     The Rain Storm

One day I wanted to go to the park.  So I asked if I could go outside to play and my Mom said, " No". I was really mad, but later I knew why my Mom told me, "No".  There was a very bad storm that was going to hit our area. So I made us some hot cocoa to drink. The storm was suppose to hit the park, but it hit us instead.  So we stuck the TV on the news channel, so that we would know if we needed to get some more food or some sandbags that would help the water not get in our house.

It was 11 o’clock at night but we were still up because the power went out.  So we had to find a flashlight so that we could  see to walk to the kitchen or the bathroom.   That night the very, very bad storm hit.  Our house was shaking and the window cracked.  We knew that the storm was close to the house.  So we went to the hallway and we were still listening to the TV.

The storm was very close to us.  My mom's dog, Honey, was shaking because she was scared like I was. Then I started to cry.  My mom said, that “we are going to be fine” so at 1 o'clock in the morning I was sleeping. When I woke up my Mom was still watching the news about the storm. They said the storm was gone I was happy.