Evan Cyclone

Evan Cyclone

The hard rain woke me up. I walk slowly outside. The wind blew into my face angrily. The leaves flew like birds in the sky. The calm, beautiful river, which now looks like Milo rushed into my house.The sad looking sky threw water harshly. The siren screams as loud as it can to warn people that the tide is coming in fast. My dad got all our stuff and we rushed into our car and drove off to the church building near us. We passed by a few people who had frightened and worried looks on their faces. Of course it didn't really worry me as I was only 3-4 years old. It wasn’t long until the salty sea water was right behind our tail. I have never seen water so angry. We got to the church building safely. People were already there. The church building was high so not much water would get to it. We slept where I used to see people sit every Sunday. Every morning, I would get up and look outside, and every morning it got worse. Every night, we would gather with the rest of the people who were at the building and pray, then we have dinner and then adults would make jokes which us kids didn’t understand and we weren’t allowed to go outside so we just stayed where our parents were. About 4 days later, things started to calm down and we were allowed to go outside. But we still haven’t seen the sun, rain was still there. The broken houses were still there. And then about 3 days later we went back home to see our house, and it had no roof and there was also sand everywhere. Even though it might be the worst thing that happened, we knew how to figure things out. And this was the Evan Cyclone, the worst tropical cyclone to affect the island of Samoa since cyclone Val.