The thunder and lightening crashed over my head and made me very afraid

They said it would never rain again. I was environ by people but I had never felt so lonely.As I sat gazing from my window, I began to nonice lots of able families passing by on the road, all in their parents cars. As I sit alone, thinking well-nigh my past, I began to feel so sorry and depressed.I suppose you are wondering who I am and what cataclysm could have brought me to this place. Well, I will explain to you the long story.The thunder and lightening crashed over my genius and made me rattling afraid. I was not the altogether one. My teacher kept looking upwards with a concerned expression. Thats was when the channelize teacher burst into the room and ordered everyone to follow her. This was not normal. It could solo mean that everybody was in serious danger. I instantly thought of my parents at home on their farm, had eitherone warned them that a typhoon was coming soon?The noise exterior was deafening. From our position on the roof, we could see everything. I wat ched in horror as a mud wall collapsed onto the road, trapping families in their cars. I power byword frantic parents digging at the mud, trying to save their children who were still trapped. I wanted to go and save my parents too but I could not move.Two hours later, the road was a river. Trees and mud crashed through the village, destroying houses and families.Gradually, the storm came to an end. We were last allowed off the roof and I felt so glad, now I could go back and find out what had happened to my parents. I was so scare that they had been in danger, I just needed to know if they were safe.When I arrived home, I saw my house. It was completely destroyed. I ran towards it, screaming, calling for my mum and dad. Suddenly, I saw a flash of gold. It could only be one thing, my mothers ring. It was still connected to her still, lifeless, bloodless hand. I was numb. Standing there, I felt unusually quiet but that persuasion didnt last very long. Seconds passed and I began thinking just about what would happen to me now. Where will I go? I have no other family, no one to take me in. I felt so isolated.Thats how I ended in a foster home. All I can do is to sit and hope that someday, someone will draw to get me. Perhaps today will be that day.I awoke feeling light in my heart and really hopeful that today would be that day. I heard that the newspaper reporter was going to come and compose an article about the foster home where I was living.Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there stood the reporter. She was a teenaged beautiful lady with shiny, black long hair and a polished smile. I was very surprised I had never seen such a beautiful lady. She began to interview me because I had been at the foster home for the longstanding out of all the other children. She was very impressed with my unique poems she level made a promise that she would make sure they were published very soon. She took my delineation so she could attach i t to the poem.A grumpy old gentlemans gentleman was working in the hospital grounds. He reaches pile to a particle of newspaper which has blown across the garden and landed at his feet. He almost throws the article away when he suddenly decides to take a second look. He began to look more closely at the photograph and thats when he has a flicker of an image from his past.Suddenly his memory returns. It is uncontrollable to cope with the emotions he feels after all these months.Dropping his tools, he strides down the road getting further away from the hospital. What has he remembered? Something is driving him he appears to be looking for something.The sky is grey and over-cast. I think about my future. Will I always be alone and abandoned. Whats the point in living all alone with no family to passion me? Everyday I wished that I had died with my mum and dad and this is why I made the last to take an overdose. There was no point in living any more. No-one would even no that I ha d gone.I felt myself drifting into swoon when unexpectedly there was a shadow in the doorway. At scratch line I had great difficulty focusing my eyes on the witness in front of me. Slowly as my eyes began to see the expand I was able to distinguish a mans frame. Meanwhile, I realised that it was my father. As my sight begins to dim, I see him run across the room towards me. He had tears in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. He laid his head against mine and told me he loved me so more than but as I took my last breath I felt so much regret. I could have had a happy life again with my family to love me and to be loved but now that will never happen.