Experience in a Stormy Night

Experience in a Stormy Night

Imagine you are caught in a storm while returning home one night. Write a short paragraph in about sixty words describing your experience. (Page no -18) Activity – 10 (a)

Use the following points:

Returning from aunt’s place –sky darkened –wild wind –rain –no one around –how you reach home.

Model: 01

Experience in a Stormy Night

I remember that day quite vividly. I was driving home after visiting my aunt’s place. She lives in the suburbs of the city. 

It was evening time. The sun had just set. Suddenly, a gale began to buffet my car. I had to slow down it. Soon the sky was overcast with black clouds that were floating so awfully lower, just a few meters above my car. 

And soon the thundering and lightning scared my wits out of me. It began to rain very heavily. The intensity of the gale along with the downpour ripped many electric poles. Trees were uprooted and strewn on the road. I had to stop. I turned left and slowly I started to shuffle my way towards I knew not where. 

After 20 minutes, driving in the storm, I reached an unknown place. I took my cell phone out to call my Mom. There was no range of the network. I did not know where I was in that dark, stormy night!

Model: 02

It was one of my most memorable nights when I had fallen in a stormy night. Black clouds gathered above me, but I was ready to set out our night journey from my aunt’s place. I hoped that the clouds would escape so that I could continue my return journey to my house.

My hopes were dashed when suddenly heavy rain began to pour. In a few seconds I was all soaked to the skin. To make matters worse, lightning flashed dangerously near to me. The deafening thunder and howling wind did not help either.

I ran towards an oversized tree under which I had parked my bicycle. The tree provided some shelter from the rain and I was tempted to stay under it. However I knew that it was dangerous to remain under a tree during a thunderstorm. So I got on my bicycle and pedaled off.

There was no other shelter available nearby. So I, for one, decided to go home. Since I was already completely wet, it might be well to go home instead to seeking shelter.

It was just about the fiercest storm I had ever been in. The driving rain made cycling difficult as I could not see more than a couple of meters in front of me. A car flashed past me. It was too close for comfort. Perhaps the driver did not even see me. So I believed it was better to stop somewhere before I got hit by another car.

Luckily I found a bus-stop with a roof. I hurried gladly under the roof although I had to share it with a dozen other people who were also soaked to the skin. It was a bit of a squeeze but no one complained.