"Rain and Tornadoes"

By: Amy M.
7th grade
Northley Middle School
Aston, Pa

  Two summers ago I was stuck in a huge rain/thunderstorm. My family and I were driving across Illinois to a family member's wedding. My mom-mom was driving and the rain was pouring down so hard and dense we couldn't see two yards in front of the car's hood. At that point the wind was so forceful it was shoving the heavy Lincoln town car across the highway. The storm was so fierce and forceful we were forced to turn around and drive to a hotel that we had passed.

  My mom got out first to pay for the room, and then she came back out to tell everyone to come in. When I opened the door the rain felt like someone was shooting BB bullets on to my skin. The rain ended 3 hours later after endless thunder crashes and lightning strikes approximately less than a mile away. The sun came out around dusk. I will never forget the sky's shade of purplish orange and pink. After we were sure the storm was over we turned on a local news station. They were reporting that all the severe storm watches were over and that some tornadoes had gone through but no major damage or injuries had been reported.

  After we were done at the wedding, we went to another friend of the family's house to stay for a few days. When we arrived a few days later their entire neighborhood was almost destroyed because two of the tornadoes had ripped through. There were trees lying across the road. We had to explain to the cop that was blocking the road that we were staying with our friends up the street because he would not let any unnecessary traffic through.

  They had no electricity for the whole 4 days we were there. The day after we arrived the friend we where staying with, Harold, took us to their neighbor's yard. There he showed us a log that was a good 10 inches or more around stuck straight through the people's aluminum siding. We walked around the block looking at the destruction. Then we help the fire and rescue crews clean up all the mess and trees.

  That evening I helped Pat, Harold's wife, make sandwiches to take around to some of the people and crews. We did this because there were many families that making dinner and food was impossible or the furthest thing from their mind at the time. The next day we left for home and were very thankful that stuff like this is rare in Aston, Pennsylvania.