Winds, great gusty forces that spew out water making you literally blind. This obliterating movement is only water but I fear it. I fear it enough to hide under the ground. It was coming. I was at my grandparents place and heading up to my other grandparents place. We popped into the car and ignited the car. I looked up at the sky, for it was gray, bold and swirling. The wind started to roar and I knew then, that this was not a pretty sight. We drove on the highway and all of a sudden, the swirling mass from the sea barfed out tons of water.

It swayed and turned making the road dangerous. We could hardly see on the highway for water was inching in places we’d never expect to find it. As the skies raged on, we drove with precaution just hoping we could get past the odorless danger. Almost there, we took a rest stop, using the restroom and hurrying out before it got worse. We were lucky to make it safe, and most importantly, dry. When we got to my grandma’s house, the rain decided to toy around, and the drops became weaker, as if they had a feeling of its own.