It was another day staring out the window. The violent storm was tearing everything apart ruining the world as I knew it. Mum had told me that it would be alright, but she couldn’t hide her worry from me. The storm had been going on for weeks now and it seamed foolish to hope for it to get better everyone knew it wouldn’t stop yet. I turned back to the window forcing myself to look at the destruction that had been caused by it. Suddenly I felt the house shudder like it was falling over, but it wasn’t was it?