A slight drizzle pitter-pattered onto my window pane, the sound barely audible. I paid no attention to it. The sun was still high up in the sky, although the air was slightly tinted with the smell of rain. It would soon passed, I presumed, nothing to worry about. A small trickle of rain means no harm, it keeps things alive and moving.
As quick as the drizzle came, the storm clouds brewed over, casting long dark shadows of forewarnings. The wind picked up speed, sending chills down my spine. Billowing through the open windows, the curtains fluttered helplessly, at mercy of the howling wind. The light pitter-patter was soon replaced by torrential beat of the heavy rain.
I stayed silent, I was not prepared for this. The thought of seeking shelter echoed in my mind. It would be much safer to, before the storm reached its peak. But I sat there unmoving, watching the impending storm unfold before me.
The lightning strike and pierced through the overcast sky. The thunder roared and yelled. Sheets of rain wiped away the carefully stacked barriers without hesitation, washing away everything in its path.
Doors slammed, jolting the silent and unmoving statue of me.
No one predicted a storm. It happened anyway.
No one expected a disaster. It's a mess.
It was a typhoon that torn us apart.
