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Hurricane Storm Research Paper

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Sitting through the storm had been a grueling and nerve-racking night. The power was out, ultimately forcing me to focus on my surroundings. The shutters placed on the windows made the house feel dull and slightly eerie. The whistling of the wind sent shivers down my spine, and rose goosebumps along my arms and legs. I was unable to sleep from the music of the storm. The floor was freezing against my bare feet. The only warmth that entered my body was the blanket that had been draped across my shoulders.
The bends within the hurricane were awfully terrorizing. Rain would pour down as hard as hail. Lightning would flash as bright as the sun, filling the atmosphere with electricity. Thunder would roar and scream and shout. These conditions would …show more content…

For one thing, the sky was not its usual pale blue; in fact, it was gray, and it looked as though it could have started raining again. Likewise, the air was humid and murky, and breathing it in felt as though it were contaminating my lungs. Nonetheless, I remained grateful to be reunited with nature and approached my car with a spring in my step.
As we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, I couldn’t help but feel a comforting warmth enter my body, even through all of the silence in the car. I was finally going to be home with my family, the place we belonged. It was small and it was not the most attractive of houses, but it was cozy and it had been mine.
Within fifteen minutes, we made our way to the complex where our house was waiting for us. I took a step on solid ground, hoping to be comforted by the feeling of familiarity, only something felt different. I made my way out of the car and looked around. Yes, something was definitely different. I took in our environment, confused all at once. What …show more content…

“They invited us to say with them until we find a place to live,” she replied. She spoke calm and eloquently, as though she were a woman of no worries in the world.
As much as I tried to understand her, I could not. I could not even attempt to consider her state of mind at this moment. I was at a loss for words, scared, and stressed, most of all.
“But what about our clothes and shoes?” I asked, nervousness apparent in my voice.
“What about our furniture? How are we going to replace that?” Maor shared her concern further.
“There is no need to worry about what we have lost- those, as you know, are only materials. Materials are replaceable,” she responded, still cool as a cucumber. Noticing that we had not caught on with her, she proceeded to explain. “Why don’t we think, instead, of the fact that we are so lucky at this moment? We could have been at home, exposed to the storm, but instead we are safe and healthy.”
“B-but it is going to be hard, isn’t it Mommy?” my brother spoke up.
“God only gives us what we can handle, and this is something we can get past. We have each other, which is what matters

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