y thirty seconds. At that instant, I was inside the store paying for the groceries I had bought. When I went outside the store, I had my umbrella with me. I opened it and started walking on the sidewalk. People were all over the place running and screaming. As I continued down the street, my umbrella was getting heavier, and I kept wondering why, for I thought we were just having a storm. I reached out and found out that the rain was actually mud and stones. The wind blew powerfully and took my umbrella soaring into the dark. I was soaking wet, and the darkness blinded me so much that I could not even see where I was heading.
             The ground was shuddering continuously, and it felt like it would not stop. The lightning was striking hysterically. I felt like I was in the middle of the Gulf War.
             I yelled, "Help me! Is anybody out there?"
             I tried and tried to scream for help, but it seemed that every time I screamed for help, the thunder would wipe my voice away making it impossible for anyone to hear me. I was blinded by my own tears. I was frustrated, frightened, all alone, and unaided in the dark while calamity was thumping our city; I had no one to ask for help. I had never experienced anything like that before. The darkness early in the morning, the nimbus clo
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