Rain Strom

• Sasha Titova, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2009

The rain punched hard against the old, woden shed.
Rain drops leaked though the cracks in the roof.
We hadded together to escape the cold water down our backs.
In the distanse i heard lighting and a sound off a fallen tree.
I prayed that wasn't the Tree of the waterfall
hadn't been harmed.
Suddenly i heard i strange howl outside but i was frozen to my spot in fear.
It got louder and louder then it stopped and a man appeared in the door.

Just then, the shed started to sway, the man ran over and grabed us but thats when the shed fell.
When i awoke i was being carried into a helicopter,
In the corner off my eye i saw the waterfall tree, it's top was burned but as i found out later it had saved my life by making people come and see the shed. And then they called some bush rangeres to saw us.