The winds arrived first.

Later, the rain began.

After many hours, we could feel the impact.

The sea level was rising.

The mayor urged people to evacuate.

Even the homeless shelter closed its doors.

My mom boarded up our windows with plywood.

Our dog barked furiously.

My dad gathered the safe and important documents.

I threw our bags into the trunk of the car.

After the storm, would our house remain?

We could only hope for the best.

Potentially, this storm could set records.

I would remember this for a long time.