Wormbins

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The thunder rattled the house like a giant using my home as a maraca. We were so worried as the storm went on.  Although we were scared we knew it was just the clouds clapping and making a tune. We were scared no longer as we faced our fear and danced to the beat of the musical sky. All of our family were grateful for our plants to get some water, but the darkness of the night sucked-up our happiness. There we were sitting in front of the window watching the heavens above pouring buckets of water on the roof.

My heart beat faster as the shadow of the trees looked like a monstrous creature lurking in the garden. The lightening flashed on and off as it stretched along the night sky. It was the only light as all the power in the street had turned off.

I raced off to bed as my fear scattered along my body. I got to sleep and the next morning I was more grateful than last night.

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Outside the wind was tearing at the trees, ripping leaves off them as though they were feathers.Scary flashes of lighting zipping down to the ground while burning parts of the grass.

The world was lit up so much it was like day time. The rain was thrashing at the roof like the roof was it’s worst enemy.