On Tuesday night a great battle began and I was in the middle.
Olive trees bent dangerously to the ground like ancient ballet dancers. The gusting wind grabbed greedily at the window panes, blowing them in and out like a set of lungs.
I knew that the monster was awiting to pounce.
Lioghtening flashed accross the sky, lighting up the darkness. The terrible growl of thunder echoed around for ages making me nervous.
Was I safe? Would my house stand strong or blow over like so many domino trees with umbrella roots?
What would I see in the morning wehen the sun rose?