( a composition for the primary school)
The elephant and the rain are two of the most impressive sights in the world. Handsome and peaceful they were, until I watched an elephant on the rampage and experienced rain as a thunderstorm.
On the day, I was enjoying my holiday in my village, with my grandparents. Our house stood near a river. Every day at the village, we wake up to the giggling sound of the river. From the balcony on the first floor, we watch the slippery movement of the waters. In the morning, it started to rain. Initially, it was like any other rainy day. The sheets of water slanted into the house, wetting the rooms through the open windows. The rain was pleasing and smelled sweet. With my grandparents, I watched the water falling from the skies.
Towards noon, the downpour grew heavier. We heard thunder growling in the horizon. The current in the river became stronger and water spilled into the banks. A cloud of white light flashed through the house, blinding us. Somewhere close, an explosive sound crashed into the earth. The whole house shook and our dog scampered into the safety of the kennel. We helped the dog out of the kennel and brought him into the house. Grandpa unplugged all the cables, switched off the mains and locked all the doors and window.
In the river, the water level rose to dangerous levels. The fields and orchards adjacent to the overflowing water body were flooded. The accompanying wind pulled down branches and uprooted tree trunks. Our house was situated on a higher ground and we could see the neighboring plots getting submerged. The road that runs in front of our house turned into a waterway. The water that gushed through the road carried with it furniture, TVs, utensils and fallen branches.
Now we were sure- this is a real flood. The water breached the compound wall that enclosed our property. We fetched the important documents from the cupboard and conveyed them to the lockers in the first floor. Grandma collected some snacks, cookies, rice and cans of water from the kitchen and carried the supplies upstairs. Grandpa tried moving the furniture up, but later abandoned the idea. Water swept through the gaps under the doors and poured into the rooms. It was an invasion by Mother Nature. The water flowed into our house like it was a tank. We, together with our dog, took refuge in the first floor and waited for help.
Outside, the situation was bleak and desperate. The rain did not show any signs of letting up. We huddled together in a corner until day break. The next day, we climbed on the roof and looked around. We were stranded in the middle of an overnight ocean. To our great relief, a navy helicopter hovered over our house. The aircraft came down and the soldiers helped us aboard. We were flown to the city where my Mom and Dad met us. We thanked Almighty for saving our lives.
The day of that rain is an unforgettable experience. I learned that we should live in peace with Mother Nature, or else, she would get even with us. Much like the elephants.
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