WEATHER STATIONS

close the storm was.
I don’t think anyone slept that night. I know I didn’t.
Dad had said we should leave before the house started to leak but with the roads
closed and no public transport running, we knew it would be pointless.
I used to hate living so high up on the mountain side. It took extra-long to get to
school and the closest shop was three miles away.
But once a month passed and the rain still hadn’t stopped, I became grateful.
We could see the whole valley below us from our house. Every summer you would see
flowers growing beside the steam that runs through the middle of the beautiful land. I
used to wish I could live near the flowers.
Now I don’t.
The valley was completely flooded with water. All the houses, drowned. No more
flowers. The stream was now more like a canal.
I didn’t know what happened to everyone living down in that valley. Maybe they
escaped somehow. Maybe.
Tuesday 24th December. 11:25am.
The day The Rain finally stopped. The air suddenly stilled and finally we heard it:
Silence.
I slowly opened the door to see several people already out surveying the damage.
Trees were uprooted, building were torn down and the beautiful valley, the one that was
once blanketed with colourful flowers, was submerged in at least 10 metres of water.
The ones who survived were left speechless.
You wouldn’t have known it was Christmas Eve.
I warned you this wasn’t a fairytale.
THE RAIN
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