“Caught In A Strom” Essay

One fine day, my friends decided to play a football match. While we were playing, it suddenly became cloudy. Black clouds gathered above us but I was eager to finish the game. I hoped that the clouds would go away in a while and we could continue playing.

Suddenly, it started raining with thunder and lightning. My friends ran back to their homes. I had come on my bicycle. I quickly unlocked it and started cycling towards my home. But within a few seconds, I was all wet.

I stopped and ran towards a large tree and parked my bicycle there. It provided some shelter from the rain and I remained under it. However, I knew that it was dangerous to stay under a tree during a thunderstorm. Therefore, I got on my bicycle and started again.

It was getting tough to drive in the heavy rain. I could not see anything in front of me except water. A car flashed past me. It was too close and I struggled for balance. Perhaps, the driver had not seen me.

I thought it was better to stop somewhere for my own safety. Therefore, I again made a stop. This time I took shelter under a bus stop. It was getting darker and darker and the rain was not stopping. Many people had taken shelter at the bus stop.

Soon, this place got over crowded and water started collecting there too. I was frightened as I had never been stuck in this kind of situation earlier. My home was quite far away. There was a rive nearby which was overflowing due to excessive rain. Due to this overflowing of river, there was nothing on road except water.

It was late evening. It was also getting cold and I was feeling hungry too. I looked around but obviously, there was nothing except for rain and water. I had no choice but to wait for the rain to slow down or stop.

There was hardly any space for more people to stand at the bus stop. I felt so helpless. Everyone was a stranger and I could not seek anyone’s help. I was feeling sleepy too.

Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. It was a ray of hope for me. I looked around and saw that my parents had come looking for me. I waved to them.

With great difficulty, my father came through the crowd. He held my hand on, bicycle and took me out of the crowd. He thanked God that I was safe.

Finally, the rain slowed down. It was just drizzling and the wind had died down. I could still hear distant thunder. We put the bicycle on roof of car and got inside it quickly, then my father drove car to home.

I was happy to reach home safely and had a hot cup of coffee. I could never forget this incident.

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